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Kiviveistos, 2016

Emma Jääskeläinen

Stone.

Being unconditional it knows more than I.

I wanted to own it, and learn a few tricks.

 

The beginning is difficult.

The yellow plastic hangovers in my ears and the goggles letting the dust in.

When I remove the unpleasant diaper blocking my breath, my teeth crunch.

The hand gets achy if I forget to loosen it and delegate too many thoughts for it.

The left one is of no use.

 

Im a genius.

 

Im not thinking about anything but dont disturb me.

Im observing the stone, searching for a reason for everything.

This feels necessary.

 

The repeated hits tell me of its effect on the stone through sound.

I strike my thumb, fuck, now its soft shaped; like the sculpture.

Its all that same cellulite.

I can do nothing.

 

Hey stone, I love you.

 

 

Emma Jääskeläinen, 1988, Espoo

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