text and redaction - Anna Bajorek
           

phot by Tomasz Trusiewicz

 

saturday:
este dia maravioso whole group sterded with having woolfed down the big portion of scrambled eggs. U know, how it works with scrambled eggs – everybody has a different pattern for them, almost everybody likes them made different, sometimes u might get really serious conflicts out of that… well, somehow perfectly, we agreed on the consistence and ingredients,

then immediately set off to jump into our yellow submarine to get to “the benzine fibunacci place”, where 20kilo bricks wait for us lying peacefully in the shade of trees. Lazy boys, hehe

we stand there, basia tries to scream at them to make them move up, but none of them obeys…why?
what else can we do?
grab them, sqeeze them tight, and movin’ on up, movin’ on up, yayayay ( private head M people concert)
could be the disco, but no music, only puff & blow, puff & blow, nobody directing like at the aerobic classes, we r doing fine, back hurting, puff & blow, puff & blow,
Basia’s brick sudden flow…wow, oh no…
unfortunately it’s not serious, everybody can make a break (we’r very tired with this carrying anyway...)
Annabella carries 2 bricks at a time (just as if she was carrying croissants)…

Let’s make a cruise in submarine to get into Berit’s peaceful kingdom…
The house she lives in with her bright games obsessed son – Oscar – he needs only a few seconds to beat Ania in chess or to match the puzzle.

To remind ourselves that truskawki-las fresas-strawberries-mansikka, this fruit has an inner power verdadero, let our – polish and your – finnish power join together. we have to buy truskawki at truskawki place
we have to get this power to Yuri and Giuliano, who consantly work on their projects - power to the people then - MANSIKKA power to Giluliano&Yuri.
If we can save some from Martyna&Bajorek's mouth which looked as if they were going towoolf down the whole box. fortunately they didn't.

phot. by Tomasz Trusiewicz


phot. by Tomasz Trusiewicz





phot. by Tomasz Trusiewicz









phoy by Martyna Dudkowiak

Tampere, a weird place, seems like the alternative wears only black…
 For us  >>> Mummins’ place!!! absolutamente!!<<<

Inside the museum there is a SECRET ROOM 

 (I guess it's not gonna be a secret anymore...well)

 Asia is a huge fan of the story, a few hours later she's gonna squeeze tightly the book on Mummins she had bought in the Mummins’museum.



some finnish city air(?!), it smells entertainment - a huge amusement park, rollercoaster crazyness, there we find ourselves observing ants like people from the hight of 168 meters , wow, u can get dizzy out of that…
when one digests art from Sara Hilden Museum
(Bacon, Klee, Picasso), has to go for a coffee at Wayne’s coffee in the center of Tampere / THIS IS NOT A CRYPTOCOMMERCIAL - they sell really a mind blowing Frappe >8 f us > 8 big glasses filled with magical energetical liquid > that gave us energy to run some business (like Basia&Novarka). But by the end of the day they already got to know that if u wanna sell your art, don't go to Tampere on Sunday afternoon - they had 2 potencial clients: an English guy and a Russian lady...but all she wanted to get from the girls was...(?????????????) info, where to buy...SAUSAGE(??????????????)...was it basia's shirt or what?>>>>

damme and herre welkomen to our 2nd week here

starting from Monday eding Saturday we will be working with Marrit helping her with bricks washing (they are really nt to clean)
and f.e. setting a tent for the electricity...

Friday afternoon, the rain is comming and there is nothing to put all the ectricity under...ana&ana on duty
there comes the help - Anitta in her whire van, she runs out, throws some big object onto the ground, tells us briefly:
 - there are numbers, you'll know what to do, you are gonna make it, yeah?
 - yeah, sure, no probs
so, of we go, take out all the pieces of the big tent...

there are 4 ones, 4 twos, 8 of number 3...blablabla...
no instruction left, no even a picture of this tent showing how this object should look like...
one of Anas is really angelly patient, the ther less...going through many,many combinations of construction - middle of 6, middle of 4 - which oneto choose, starts to rain more and more heavily, our cothes getting wet of the rain, we don't surrender, trying&retrying the construction, nevertheless nothing works...now we r being 4 (a man and a boy who were working with Marrit r giving us a hand now, still no results...is this a HIDDEN CAMERA???
in n hour a yellow submarine with 4 of OUR PEOPLE OF BABYLON come and ...finally .....................................................................
we all manage to set the tent right - 9 people. lucky number this day,ha?

we r having new canteen neighbours - after eating with 7/8 year old kids, 40year old disabled group, now there is a grouop of 15 year olds from the confirmation camp. there are many of them, u can see that at the very entrance to the canteen where they leave like tens of their shoes...
they pray before and after every meal, smoke only after.
wonder if they could pray for our project, so tahat we make it on time...

spanish is a cool language you know..
and italian wine make everybody speak spanish, only one kind of pleasant compliments...tienes una cara de...
we love evenings here in Aitoo
every each brings the relaxation time - yoga with Giuliano time - and he little something
friday and wednesday it was a camp fire - roasted fish feast (every time Yuri prepares the fish, it comes out better)
although Yuri is not of the fishermen anymore, we have somebody else to praise for catching these little creatures -
it is Martina, she is the fish queen now.

but Yuri still rules the party - he's the king of          FRUTTI DI LAKE

phot by Tomasz Trusiewicz

What do you know about finnish campfire???
just by the lake there were lust women dancing to french music, they were holding frying-pans in their hands, each of 5, god, that was a night...
one even got a foot massage with vodka, very warming kind of massage, an israeli-ukrainian speciality ,I guess, an international cooperation.
during that night we got to know about the details of a project's organisation start...Anitta was talking about her visit to Italy, where she met Annabella.
every single campfire brings a novetlty:
tuesday (25th) it was pankake making (delicious pankakes with bananas) and a finnish-polish singing contest. there were not only national songs sung but all kinds of songs. our energy volcano polish-french maitre de la fete Asia Biela-Garrido was very helpfulwhen we brought it on...ending up singing edith piaff's Milord.
THE NIGHT OF A DANCIN' FAME
wednesday (26th) the campfire space turned to
THE NACIONALMESCLADO SPACE OF MUSIC
it turns out that everything can be a musical instrument...and everybody is a musician. that night Giuliano, Vera, Yuri, Sanna & Tom were shaking the place...playing on every possible reachable object and the flames dancing. Roisin Murphy must be happy

phot. by J. Biela Garrido
she'll be pleased with the result

phot by Tomasz Trusiewicz

...we decided to make Giuliano an orthodox Jew for a few minutes

chair painting

wednesday action is to paint chairs, which will be sold during the auction.
that afternoon we got the old chairs taken out into the yard. as we got to know some of they were given to us by local people, some were found at the camp's attics. it's often a wow thing what treasures one can encounter at the attic (during brickhunting with Marrit we saw  musical instruments - organs - at the attic of a Palkane school. they were untuned, but one could play false melodies on them).
by the evening the yard was colourful and joyful with the variety of colours and patterns of chairs. the more people, the more ideas on how to redo a chair...
therefore as a reult we got many different objects, like:
2006 chair, malewicz-picasso chair, curved school chair with pupils' alike sayings on it, zebra chair... one of these little art-pieces turned of to fix exactly this term, becouse of its size...it is really tiny. it is



























Asia's baby chair - 5 cm high. it can have many different uses, some of them quite peculiar and uncommon ( u can, for examle, position it on the table, as it is hard to do with other chairs, watch out, in some place it can be considered as rude, watch out, hehehe) but in this case there's no such a threat, almost surely..


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this day, surprisingly, we have a new artist coming. it is Sanna (a great deal of curly hair and a great deal of energy as well, she is also a dancer)
her and the girls from polish group will catch a very good contact with Sanna.

phot. by Joanna Biela Garrido

Asia's chair (5 cm)

photo by Tomasz Trusiewicz

Katja&Jeni have constantly been working by the Water Tower digging holes for the tubes, filling them with cement to let the horny tubes proudly present their postures...


art therapy - everybody vanishes from the yard. it's cloudy saturday afternoon,
the went to see the doc...one can say...
where is this doc surgery???
so many steps up, yellow building...what kind of mysteries does it hide on the last floor?
as one climbs up the stairs, encounters loud voices, laughing - they come out from behind the door ....
what is behind the door on the last floor of a yelloow building just by the lake somewhere in Finnish lake-land?
           A HOSPITAL
rather an Anitta's private clinic - we all are patients, trying to work on our problems using different materials: scissors, glue, paints, paper, plastic material, our hands, heads,.................................................uhuhu...legs
what is wrong with us??? everybody wonders, huhuhu
are our works symphtoms of ego-problems?
what would be the diagnosis for every each of us?



and this is "US" - everybodypicked the colour he felt at that moment and put it onto the paper, to combine dirty scrambled eggs (???)
                                    kitchy pollock version 
                     (only that we didn't use kitchen detergents)

 so...now... is everybody cured?








          what would be the diagnosis for Giuliano and Yuri that made this
                     living sculpture? are you cured, guys???
















& who is a mental princess? whatever that means in...psychology?















Sanna is going to work at the camp area as well, her work-place is just by the yellow house. she grabbed quite a piece of wood and started preparing her sculpture...
she came up with an idea of a pankake camp fire - it's the idea for a sunday evening. only after Yoga, of course!!!










welcome to              THE BLUE VELVET CONCERT HALL
in work-breaks we catch drum-sticks, guitars and keyboards and....

                            PLAY
our 1hour band - FREE YOUR MIND FREAKS
is the best in the area,

           we play hard

                          we play quick

                                         we play for real

            anna rózycka -Slash  -        guitar

            vera svetlowa - rey manzarek   -    keyboards


            joanna biela  - charlie watts    -   drums





Yuri has almost finished shaping his work, the cactus is ready, it only needs to be painted now, and Yuri decided it needs a friend as well - he's making a wire camel that will stand by the cactus and watch out for it ...
camel will even have hair on its humps


a place for his cacus is the small desert of Luopioinen -
as the grass on the ground is burnt by the sun, the spot itself seems like a perfect location for the cactus and its companion - the camel - it fits.
CACTUS FITS IN THE DESERT!!
Yuri wants to make the cactus colourful so that it is easily noticed , and so Martyna, Basia & Novarka got into their blue OUTFITS (extremely smart fashionable working suits) and anxiously got to work.


























row row row your boat gently down the stream
as usual in Aitoo, where we spend a lot of time in the canteene at really weird time, many ideas come out into the light just at the lunch or dinner time.
one day a weird flavour cranberry pudding made us invent the idea of constucting a boat. Giuliano started with making a little paper boat and Basia... ate it, bon apetite ,Basienka...Anyway this very evening the
BELLA BOAT became its grey paper fetus and was going to grow and get its right colours day by day

phot. by Tomasz Trusiewicz

phot. by Tomasz Trusiewicz

phot. by Tomasz Trusiewicz

phot. by Tomasz Trusiewicz

phot by Tomasz Trusiewicz




phot. by Tomasz Trusiewicz

              




phot. by BarbaraNiementowska


photo by Anna Bajorek


phot by Anna Bajorek

friday - everybody finished their work earlier and jumped into 2 vans, set of into the BIG DISCUSSION spot - the unknown stable somewhere
it's local concert hall, an renowated barn took over many years ago by a musician and a sound engineer from helsinki. They organize many different events in the barn like kids' theatre and concerts.

during the discussion on values under which subscribes Vakeva maa (non-violence, acceptance, environmental durability, equality) there was an intelectual storm trying to opose the philosophical argument of the journalist Irma Puttonen from Sydan-Hameen Lehti.
despite the childrens' yawning, the discussion was rather vivid and long, so when it had come to its end nobody could do without a good bite of food. And then
"for relaxing time, santori time"
leisure with good drinks, stimulating talks, football playing on the pitch with a huge stone in the middle...
although the concert time in the barn was the following day, we got a personal concert from the place's owner. all hits of the 60' and 70' music were played, we danced, Basia&Sanna deicded to join behind the microphone...hoolagoolayabadabadoooo
who doesn't dream about it being 10 (singing on a table to a playback on the old boom-box , holding a Mars candy bar as a microphone????????????????????????
who wasn't george michel, michael jackson or tina turner???

phot by Joanna Biela Garrido


phot by Joana Biela Garrido

MUSEUM SATURDAY TRIP

Grandmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I wanna seat in your armchairwill I fit in with 7 of my firends,
 this time ye, go ahead you can seat - like in a bus, almost always there's room for everyone...hura!
saturday we are all over the place. we are in the yellow and navy-blue cars-submarines going for a summer-finnish exhibition, we are in the museum, we r in the cars again, we r at an old parish house watching its specific expositions.
Mantta Art Festival is Finland's largest exhibition of contemporary art, and takes place in two exhibition halls in the town of Mänttä.
The festival is known as a show of experimental and daring art. The idea of the festival is to give to contemporary art a chance and space to be seen. The artists of the exhibition are invited every year by the curator, this year -  Helena Sederholm.
The title of this years exibition is INTIMI, it includes the works by Santeri Tuori, Karina Kaikkonene, Haapoja Terike and many others.

after visiting INTIMI and making a few photosessions with paritular artworks we let the road (and the best drivers - Merja and Sepo) take us to an interesting place where Vera showed us her work from last year. Kuhmalahden is also a sculpture park - it is quite small though cause organised on the area of an old house surroundings.
as we got to know the wooden house from a few centuries way back used to be a parish-house. it doesn't look it's age (and this is a compliment), renowated serves mainly as ceramics and different gadjets shop-gallery.
on the left-hand side of the house there is a weird building, small one, as you pass by you enter the weirdness of rather ezoteric version of a tiny hapell - the angels on the wall are woodoo like painted baby-dolls, as u enter u hear music, u get this starnge idea u could be at the worshiplace somewhere in the haitan woodoo area. The owner of a place is Teemo. he reveals that the chapell was an outcome of an artistic action a few years ago...

as we said a night before we want to come back in the evening to the concert-barn. as we know there is a kinda small rock festival taking place - its income was to be a charity.
 time for us to go partying, a few of us go in an american dad's awesome car - a 1959 Ford that squeezes 8 people. a yellow submarine follows with Giuliano behind the wheel.
and a we can see a rather quiet place turns into a realy vivid one as the local crowds come by - every aged people show up enjoying music, their company, drinks. Blond-died haired Grazy Mama (proud representant of Helsinki) tears apart her voice  - wow she could be a black mama from New Orleans, singing another version oh Hotel California, low voice, but then the 40 year old band with 2 thin PASSION GUYS as leaders - 2 vocals, our group got crazy-dancing. one of the best dancers on the dance-floor,
we didn't want to leave, as we started getting to know tle local people: Juha z Jyvaskyla - he had curved a guitar in wood, couldn't sell it when he wanted, cos it was a forbidden wood... poor man,huhuhu
funny, when we say we are taking part in sculpture project everybody turns out to be a sculptor - we even met a guy who was talking about himself as being a proud owner of a motorcycle - a wooden one, of course, funny country ,ha?

Tuesday 1st of Aug.
Vera has already been finishing her work.
her work is a direct reference to the Cervantes,
                         she is actually fighting wind-mills.
our red haired Don Kichote shows all emotions and effort that she puts in her work - at this stage wind-mills installating on the water tower's walls - is there a pattern for them? yes there is, just hand them over to Vera. that's exactly what Iza, Asia, Ania, Tomek, Martyna were doing - making wind mills and passing them to Vera - the lifting machine director. she was pinning them up on the wall - all the time she was in heavens - on the hights.
 Vera got extremely friendly with the lifting machine, to the poins she seemed very dissatisfied whenever she had to get down of it. 
cheer up Vera, maybe Santa will get u a present for Christmas...
and you'll just have to pick the right colour


















CACTUS&CAMEL  
after camel has been painted, both the cactus&camel
have been sent to the desert



Ali Baba Giulianad ben Hurra Giusannin sells the camel. A camel in exchange for Vera, that's what he wants. Yurid ben Matskind has Vera. He wants a camel. there we have a merchindizing afternoon somewhere by the center of Luopioinen desert.
good kapitalist times - u can buy anything in the desert.

everytime when a car passes by , we can hear the voice of Ali Baba Ahmad Giulianad ben HURRA Giusannin calling for, well, for Alla..,
he needs some luck with the transaction and wants to say good bye to the camel.
at the same time he expresseshis radical protest against the passing by cars, the unnatural moyens de transport ...
NO to gasoline, camel is the best car - ecological one
(not the cigarette).






 the camel is sold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the transaction done, by-gone
Yuri got a camel - his name will be put on it!!
looks good, bright smile stays on his face, he'll soon be going home -Israel, with satisfaction he has done his share.

                             good luck Yuri!!!
we really!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! enjoyed staying with you

welcome to THE CIRCUS

THIS IS THE TRUE CONSEQUENCE OF USING SAUNA
didn's want to give it away, but...
the circus mania started to show around the camp about midnight

the india ASIAkthi,
VERAngo bongo,
NOWARRA de circo tiger lilly,
Giuliano este-pan-parece-madera acrobaticco in sweaterro 

alter-egos come out (what if the super-ego is a super-sweat, if ones looses it, wants to go back to the pre-nationalities roots in Kitchen-Evening-Perormance.
we need to let the ID flow in the dance with Pauli's music. In the dark room he reveals:
I am the lihgt,
so, Pauli, enlighten them with the shine of your computer, so taht everybody can see the blues brothers and sisters





 Biela ( literal meaning for whiteness) cannot make up anymore!






                                                   she is not white anymore, she's pink

phot by Izabela Jaremek

phot.by Martyna Dudkowiak

MOI MOI

They are ready, maybe not shiny, but vivid, colourful, glazing with patterns
Nowarka, Basia and Martyna made a great deal of work with them.
sewing, stuffing with styro, painting, Yuri helped with making the construction, so they can easily stand in the water and the area surrounding the jetty.

the thursday evening, before Yuri's departure there was a MOI MOI performance on the lake. Bella BELLA was prepared for death just like medieval virgin, or rather a witch. It was lead onto the deep waters of the lake by another boat - filled with the knights of Italo-polish army:
Narbara, Nowara, Martyna and Giuliano, they took the BELA BOAT far from the shore and...set in on fire. Bella has slowly been eaten by flames produces light in the middle of the lake, it's got dark by this time. we can see scandinavian vikings and slavian wood people alike view.
it's ike some kind of an old ritual, that was performed in the early middle-ages by tribes when praising the forces of Nature.
when the BELLA's light turns to dimn, 3 of the boat gurus (form the other boat) jump into the water screaming...is this our toast to the nature for hosting here for a month in this pretty lake-land?

"MOI  MOI"

 An instalation, made up of 20 forms placed in the water, in the ground & on the trees 
Materials: painted fabries, polisterol, on metal construction

autors of the "Moi moi" instalation:
JOANNA NOWARA 
 BARBARA NIEMENTOWSKA 
 MARTYNA DUDKOWIAK

"Moi Moi" is a good-bye to a time, in which everything spins, gets born, blossoms. It's both a good-bye to the summer and welcome to the tale about it. It's a cheerfull, colorfull & magic world full of water plants and animals, a microcosmos of its own kind, that if - taken out to the surface begins to create new world "Moi Moi".
These are weird plants growing on trees or comming out the depth of a lake. This is an approach to bring harmony into relation between real world and world between dreams, a try of a come-back to seeing the world with such a freedom&natural as with which only children can see it, but being aware of what's unreachable.      

saturday morning we will be gone from here with plenty of memories in our minds, especially of the people we met here.