In the beginning I wanted to do this art thingie, cause I didn’t want there to be work in my life. Later
on though, I’ve realized that it’s actually to the contrary: the artist is always at work, and no time
outside the work exists. I wouldn’t want the logic of work dominate in the art, but some other, the
logic of a play or a game, or of leisure and unpredictability, or the logic of joy and destruction. But
such work is pretty exhausting if you’re supposed to make a living with it. And I’m not sure if I’m able to do such work, or if anyone is, or if anyone even should be.
Therefore to this exhibition, I wanna do such a thing (work?) that would allow me to play while I’m
making it, or be joyful, or understand something that I haven’t understood before. It’s a bit difficult
to say much more about this thing or process, since it doesn’t yet exist while I’m writing this text.
But at least I can tell that it is not that important for me, whether it will be somehow good or
successful, or then again, if it will fail aggressively enough or be interesting, or whether it will
“work”. First of all, I just wanna be able to play instead of working. And, I can’t really promise, that
this thing (work?) would anyway mediate these thoughts to anybody except myself. It might as well
just look like some no-thing looking like contemporary art, and the viewer might not get much “out
of it”. But actually it doesn’t really matter how it looks like, but what it is or how it came to exist,
since art is no set up, or at least in my opinion it shouldn’t be. But I might as well fail in my
aim, starting to think how it looks or what it “communicates”, I start to think about work. But then it’s maybe also ok, if it goes like that.
Iiris Kaarlehto, 1987, Espoo