Didn't Fidel Castro say something like painting is not a bed of roses - it's a struggle between the future and past?

It would be easy to make things I master - drawings, more conceptual object works and slide shows, my latest mannerism - but I'm once again back in painting, which is both tortuous and torturous to me. I have neither patience nor talent for it. Actually I hate painting though I can't avoid it. As artist I'm free to do whatever I want and I choose time after time to use the most difficult technique loaded with the total weight of the art history. I'm mesmerized by the power of painting.

What worries me, is that no-one else seems to understand the results of my struggle. Last year Korjaamo Galleria exhibited in Helsinki the paintings I did with Judas in Beijing in 2009 but onnly one of the small works was sold. After 2009 I've done 16 new paintings (and now I'm finishing two more) and none of them has been neither exhibited or placed in a collection. Should I get the message and accept that I'm not interesting as a painter - that's what a critic wrote about my first painting show in 2003 - or keep on fighting?

For a long time, I've been strict with the dogma that art should not be about art, artists or the art world and I've been bitterly critical with my friends doing works about the mechanics and problematics of the art world.

Yesterday, a museum director (I can't tell yet neither the name nor the location of the institution), asked me to do a project  with the theme of "the museum institution as a specimen of capitalist deprivation by means of exploitation of artist’s work”. I said it's not my cup of tea and then we began to brainstorm enthusiastically. The good thing in being an artist is that you don't have to respect your own principles. Actually, that's the greatest power tool of an artist.

The museum inaugurates a new building in 2014 and one of the opening shows is MuNA - Museum of No Art that will be built inside the museum. Muna is the Finnish word for egg, male genitals (vulgar), and to have guts. The first step of our project is to launch an international architectural design competition for a shanty museum to contrast the starchitecture of the hosting museum.

Does my art look like art or something else, something for real? Few days ago, Ahmet from Turkey visited my website and filled the contact form asking me to organize him some action in Shanghai. Prostitution is one of my important themes but I'm surprised that Mr. Palta thinks I'm pimping Chinese girls.

Dear Riiko Sakkinen,

I hope you won't get offended. I will be in Shanghai between 17-23 April 2012 in a hotel near Nanjing Road. Could I request some escort girls of Shanghai from you if you do not mind. The reason why I wrote this way to you is "you are straight in your words which you wrote as you think" we call it as "you think loudly"... or as Mevlana (my note: 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic) says "you are the man you appear to be or you appear like the man you are" from your words.

It has been a strange spring - no traveling at all. All my planned projects in Ljubljana, Havana and Shanghai were canceled for economic problems or censorship. I'm lacking some action, shows to show off, but it's neither that bad to spend the days at the studio. When I've been traveling all the time, I missed working on drawings and paintings. This first part of the year has been productive, I've finished four paintings, 54 drawings, three objects, a portable version of Syria for Dummies slide show and an intervention in a hypermarket.

My daughter has been helping me in a couple of drawings and also the nature is working for me. Yesterday night a swallow had entered in my studio and shitted on some of my drawings. Actually, the excrement looks good, though it's not acid free which can be a problem for some collectors.

My next list drawing will be a woman's to-do list with all the treatments that are supposed to make her more attractive. I think I'll ask my wife to write it to get the authentic female touch.

Eye-lash implants, lip enhancement, breast augmentation, buttock lift, laser skin resurfacing, liposuction, botox, laser hair removal (body and pubic), hair extension (head), anal bleach, vaginal bleach, permanent makeup, cosmetic electrotherapy, nail enhancement, tooth whitening, orthodontic treatment, serdeve suture, carboxytherapy, uguisu no fun, diet and a luxury handbag.

Uguisu no funis the excrement  produced by a particular nightingale in Japan. It is called the geisha facial and it is supposed to lighten the skin and balance skin tones that have acne or sun damage. It is still popular in Japan and also used by Victoria and David Beckham.

Meatballs, Pizza, Steak, Hamburger, Cheeseburger, Instant noodles, Döner kebab, Breakfast taco, Marshmallow, Apple pie, Tortellini, Margarine, Popcorn, Chocolate bar, Chocolate cake, Chocolate hazelnut spread, Peanut butter, Hot dog, Marmalade, Ham and cheese sandwich, Lollipop, French fries, French toast, Falafel, Ice cream, Ice pop, Baked beans, Mayonnaise, Mustard, Ketchup, Soy Sauce, Chop suey, Fortune cookie, General Tso’s chicken, Kung pao chicken, Chow mein, Fish fingers, Pancake, Chicken tikka masala, Curry, Lasagne, Souvlaki, Omelette, Potato chips, Tomato soup, Fried rice, Fried egg, Fried chicken, Grilled chicken, Banana split, Currywurst, Caesar salad, Green salad, Chili con carne, Macaroni and cheese, Cupcake, Cornflakes, Doughnut, Meatloaf, Dumplings, Potato salad, Mashed potatoes, Wafer, Swiss roll, Yogurt, Whipped cream, Sponge cake, Birthday cake, Bubble gum.

Capitalism operates as a loose network composed of both global and national economical and political structures. Capitalism’s operations range from top-down controlled strategies to franchise associated groups and to lone wolf operators. The management philosophy of Capitalism has been described as centralization of decision and decentralization of execution, though there is no umbrella organization. We like to create a mythical entity called Capitalism in our minds, but that is not the reality we are dealing with. Capitalism can’t be fought with traditional warfare and revolutions. We need totally new approaches to destroy it.

My six-year-old daughter said that she wants to be artist and house-wife. First, I though that it had been some conservative-minded friend who had given her the idea that the women must stay at home and then paint still lifes on Sundays. But it wasn't that way, she said that she wanted to be just like her dad.

I tried to smile but I was upset. Something is wrong if I see myself as an enfant terrible of the art world and my kids perceive me as a househusband. I suppose I'm too responsible. I'm 60% father, 15% husband and 15% artist.

I'm reading Susanne Kippenberger's biografy of his  late brother. For Martin, the cliché of being happily married with two kids was a terrifyng vision of comfortable domesticity that would have meant the end of his life as a creative artist.

Kippenberger, my biggest hero, didn't wake up 7am to prepare hot chocolate, he was still at the party sipping Cuba libre, snorting coke and networking with his colleagues, supporters and fans. I have in my hands more Nutella and diaper shit than oil color. This way I'm not going to be a hero of nobody.