CAPITALISTES SANS FRONTIERES
25 September 2014, Cervera de los Montes
I still have to buy few super size jars of Nutella but the rest of things are ready to go to Barcelona for my show Capitalistes Sans Frontières at Cyan Gallery. I'll paint a mural and exhibit a selection of small and big drawings. The show will include for the first time a bigger survey of my object works.
It's going to be a hard week both physically and mentally. I drive 800 kilometers to Catalonia transporting my fragile works. The mural takes a couple of days to complete and at the same time with the solo show we must set up also the gallery's booth at SWAB art fair. The fair opens on Thursday and my Capitalistes on Friday.
I'm looking forward my second time in Barcelona. The first time was twenty years ago on Inter Rail with my girlfriend. We spent a week in the city and were robbed three times, once by a junkie armed with a blood filled syringe and needle placed in the distance of few millimeters from my arm. I've never been mugged after that. Maybe we were just too innocent looking teenagers or the Catalan capital city is the most dangerous place I've visited.
19 September 2014, Cervera de los Montes
The leader of the Communist Party of Finland JP Väisänen asked me to be a candidate for a member of parliament in the next elections that will be hold in few months.
Finland uses open list elections which means that voters choose a particular candidate in a list. The ballot goes to the party but the votes for each candidate designate their order in the list. This means that the parties want to have celebrities and socialites in their roster. Every candidate campaigns for himself and the biggest rivals are those in the same party. For example in Spain the lists are closed, the candidates are numbered before the elections and the top aspirant competes of prime minister's post.
I joined the Communist Party of Spain two years ago. That was a big step for me. Finally, being politically open didn't change the contents of my ambiguous art but did cause me some problems, all public and private funding for my artistic activities stopped immediately.
I feel very flattered for the confidence of the Finnish comrades but I think I'm not ready to go deeper into the politics. I don't have charisma of a politician, I don't like to say to people what they want to hear but the contrary - I hit where it really hurts. I'm too irreverent and too unforeseeable (not least to myself) and I don't have any flexibility to compromise.
I believe that I serve the people and the revolution best as artist.
PAINT IT BLACK
14 September 2014, Cervera de los Montes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
The Rolling Stones: Paint it Black
Last year I painted a series of red monochromes, called 57 Varieties after the famous Heinz ketchup slogan. Now I don't need more pop references, it's time to go deep down to the core of the high modernism, dig the graves and legacy of alpha hero painters like Kazemir Malevich and Ad Reinhardt. On Friday, I received two pallets of materials for my 50 shades of black.
I'm going to paint darkness, coal, ebony, outer space, black sea, black market, black pudding, black sabbath, black Madonna, black cat, magic, death, evil, truffle, Black Panthers, Black Forest, blackberry, Indian ink, black sheep, Africa, Anarchism, Fascism, black beret, little black dress, business suit, Jihadism, goth, black hole, black mamba, black widow, mourning, Black September, blacklist, blackmailing, coffee, limousine, black belt, black sunglasses and black humor.
I want to see it painted, painted, painted black, yeah.
WHAT CAN I GET FOR 10 EURO
06 September 2014, Cervera de los Montes
Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want.
Spain's neoliberal former prime minister José María Aznar claimed before the crises that Spain was the eighth biggest economic power of the world. Now the myth tells that in the pre-2008 Spain everybody drove a Mercedes and lived in a luxury villa financed by bubble banks. That's of course bullshit, the working class never had decent wages or exotic vacations. the unemployment was always higher than in any other Western European country. Anyways, the general feeling was that Spain was almost reaching European standards of living. After six years of crashed economy and the current neoliberal prime minister Mariano Rajoy saying every now and then that the crises is over, the Spanish working class lives in misery. They do whatever to earn 10 euros, the price of a modest lunch in a bar.Today I got my car cleaned. A hand wash and thorough vacuum cleaning that took one hour and half cost me 10 euros. A basic price of a blow job in Spain is now 10 euros, too. What can I get for 10 dollar? Anything you want.
FOOD CAMP ART
01 September 2014, Cervera de los Montes
Last weekend I went once again to see my MuNA - Museum of No Art. The exhibition is running one more week at Serlachius Museums in Mänttä, Finland. I gave a guided tour in my dystopic museum but the main reason for the visit was Food Camp Finland, an international gathering of chefs and other food professionals. I participated in a round table about food and art. Food is not art until fine diners are not served also unpleasant tastes. An art work can make you cry or vomit and you still think that it is worth of experiencing. Until now fine dine has always tried to please our senses. This was the case this time too, we had an amazing nine course dinner, each dish prepared by a different star chef. I enjoyed it - but I still want something more from food. The day they serve me in a top restaurant rodenticide, I'll consider cookery a real art form.