30 May 2012, Cervera de los Montes
Exactly ten years ago, our degree show at the Academy of Fine Arts, Helsinki, was inaugurated. Ten years of triumph and failure as professional artist!
In the graduation exhibition, I worked under the name Görsky Grytvic & Riiko Sakkinen. Grytvic was my imaginary fellow artist born somewhere in the Balkans and residing in California. Our complex installation (including pastry, Molotov cocktails, painting, drawings, photos, video, football jerseys and much more) was called E.A.Q.V.Q.I.A.L.P. Featuring Kassu. The letters stood for El Año Que Viene Quiero Ir A La Playa = the next year I want to go to the beach. Maybe it was a kind of an unconscious statement that I wasn't going to be a 24/7 artist, though then I still didn't have any plan to form a family and move to the country side. Kassu was my mother's cocker spaniel who spent the days in the installation with me as a part of the art work. I was at the door and demanded people to pay a one euro entrance fee, including my friends, the professors of the Academy, the critics writing about the show and the gallerists looking for new talent. Most of the people didn't enter. It was my declaration of insolence - my fellow graduates would have paid a lot to any art world professionals for having a glimpse of their work.
Thenceforwards, that has been my irreverent attitude and maybe the main reason why I'm still not an art star. John Ruskin, the leading English art critic of the Victorian era, wrote in his book Modern Painters (1843) that in general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes. For ten years, I've been dedicated to make all the possible mistakes in the art world - in order that other artist can occupy themselves in ass-licking the powerful buttocks.
Thanks and sorry.
10 May 2012, Cervera de los Montes
Two bombs, probably set by Islamist armed groups, killed tens of people this morning in Damascus. The Western media calls them "terrorist attacks" with quotation marks. When the Islamists hit New York, London or Madrid, the acts of violence are called terrorist attacks without quotes. This is a perfect example of orientalism showing that from the Western point of view Middle Eastern people, Arabs and Syrians are just so-called "human beings".
The orientalism describes the pervasive Western tradition, both academic and artistic, of prejudiced outsider interpretations of the East, shaped by the attitudes of European imperalism. Arabs in the Western popular culture are portrayed as bombers, billionaires or belly dancers. This is called the three B syndrome. The Arab men are depicted as terrorist or as wealthy oilmen and Arab women are portrayed as sex objects waiting to be freed by Western alpha males.
Arab Street Hookers is an American pornographic website that makes clear the Westerners' attitude.
Searching through an Arab house we came upon a dirty bitch who was in the process of creating a bomb. We had to stop her at all costs so we got her to strip down to see if she was hiding anything else. She wouldn't stop talking so we had to shut her up some how. We shoved a big American cock in her mouth and then we taught this bitch a lesson.
There is nothing better than taking a sheltered Arab bitch and showing her what she's really good for a fuck. We found Fatna causing problems protesting in our neighborhood, we couldn't have that so we got her to sit down so we could talk to her and get her to understand. We got her to get down on her knees and suck a big American cock for the first time, she got the point, and she got it hard.
Salma hates Americans, so the Boss and Mr. Bruno, get an Arab bitch to teach her a lesson. They get her into an apartment, and keep her there till she agrees to fuck Alan, the resident American stud from Alabama. This busty babe gets to sucks and gag on Alan's horse cock. Then her virgin pussy gets violated and she loves it, screaming in delight. Fuck Ala and lets have cock she says in Arabic. After getting creamed, she plays with the cum and swallows. Now she is happy and trained to fuck Americans.
03 May 2012, Cervera de los Montes
I love meatballs. When I'm a successful and filthy rich artist, I'll open a restaurant serving exclusively at least 100 varieties of meatballs from every corner of the world.
In 2003 I drew Meatballs with Chocolate - now it's in the permanent collection of MoMA, New York. Today I'm drawing a Hummer truck equipped with a meatball launcher. It's ammo includes (this is also a sketch for the menu of my future restaurante):
Albóndiga, Almondega, Bakso, Ballekes, Bola-bola, Bitki, Bouletten, Chiftela, Cufta, Faggot, Fasirt, Fleischlaibchen, Frikkadel, Gehaktbal, Gofte, Gondi, Hanbagu, Happy balls, Kafta, Kal-e gonjeshki, Keftes, Kjottkaker, Kofta, Köfte, Kofteh, Königsberger Klopse, Klopsy, Köttbulla, Kufta, Kufteh, Kyufta, Lihapulla, Lion's head, Májgombóc, Mititei, Qofte, Parjoale, Pentol, Polpette, Pulpety, Sixi wanzi, Soutzoukakia, Sossklopse, Thit Vien, Tsukune, Yuvarlak.