Friday, 31 December 2010

Let There Be

Let there be light.
Let there be shadows.

Let there be colors.
Let there be invisible brushes
to paint the becoming year
with joy and laughter.

Happy New Year To All My Friends.


Thursday, 23 December 2010

Peace On Earth

Take care of yourself,
the ones you love and those who need your love.
Merry Christmas.


Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Should I Move To Lapland?

At the moment Helsinki is the snowiest place in Finland!!!

Thursday, 2 December 2010

Christmas Calendar

My Helsinki Christmas Calendar can be found at SusuPetal Photo Gallery

Come along!!

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Sunday, 31 October 2010

Miss Moonlight

Miss Moonlight

I’ve been painting a lot lately, less writing. While painting I don’t have to think about anything else than the next stroke of the brush, colors I’ll use.
It’s relaxing. I’m at ease when I paint. No anxiety, no nothing in my head. That’s a blessing.

Mixed media is something new I’ve tried to do. I have no clue how to work properly, I only put layers of tissue on the canvas, use pearls and buttons, sprays from different bottles, acrylics, glue, nail polish, everything I find.
It’s fun.

I’m a beginner with mixed media, so please, look at SuviAnniinas work. She’s amazing and she’s a friend of mine.

Thursday, 30 September 2010

Hospital Diary

My latest book has come out. It’s self-published like the earlier ones. The book is called Hospital Diary –texts and images from the closed ward.

Now I think I lay down and do nothing for a while. Some paintings are on their way, but I’m empty of textes.

If you’re interested in purchasing the book, you can get it via net.

It’s in Finnish, of course, but the images are internationally understood.

Saturday, 18 September 2010

Here again

I've been away from Blogosphere for some time, for various reasons. Maybe some day I'll tell about those reasons. Not now.

There haven’t been comments from me to you in your blogs. Maybe I surf along and look what you’re up to. If I have strength enough. I don’t know how long I will stay here this time. Must think about that. And while thinking, I’ll listen to Tom Waits.

Take care of yourself. I’ll think about you.

Thursday, 5 August 2010


"Old industry milieu founded in 1641, Billnäs Ironworks in Raasepori is a centre of various events.
Billnäs Ironworks hosts different kind of events such as public events, corporate events and meetings. In addition to restaurants and cafes also accommodation services are being developed in the area in the near future.
Billnäs Ironworks is a part of the national landscape of Finland. The traditional buildings and the beautiful view to river Mustio offer a unique setting for both small and larger events. "
Quote from here.
I spent a day in Billnäs with my friend (check her fabulous photos!) and made a video of our visit. Hope you enjoy watching it!

Saturday, 24 July 2010

Nail Jewellery

Been painting my nails today.
Snails, lizards and puppy dog tails.
Purple, green and black as sin.
The nails kept dancing, dancing in the wind.

Friday, 16 July 2010


The heat wave is tender on the skin. I enjoy summer. The sun lightens a little the darkness inside me.

I’ve found my hands this year. Before, I used my hands to write and draw with computer, but at the beginning of the year I started to paint and crochet. I painted and painted and I still do. I’ve made so many pictures that I could fill a medium sized gallery with my work.

I’ve crocheted hats and scarfs and gloves and everything, made hair bands and wreaths. When it became too warm to have wool and cotton in my lap, I started to make bracelets. I use wooden pearls, in bright colors, also black and white. Glass pearls in shade of turqoise sea.
Colors are good therapy.

Like my hats, hair bands and wreaths, my bracelets are now for sale at Harakan Taivas is Helsinki.

Saturday, 3 July 2010

So Not Me

I changed the template of this blog. Flowers are so not me, so it was an easy pick. I long to be not me. 
I got my nails painted. Not like me. Usually my fingers are stained with paint, now the finger nails glitter in red, black and plum.

My hair color is turning into something quite interesting. My hairdresser has been having fun coloring my hair with blond stripes. Now my hair looks like a mane of a lion: red, brown, golden and a touch of sun. Very vivid.
So not me.

The inside of my head is yet so me.


On Wednesday I was in a concert. It was fabulous. Marianne Faithfull sang accompanied by the guitarist Doug Pettibone. After the concert I and many other fans had the opportunity to talk with Marianne and Doug. It was quite bizarre. Me talking with Marianne Faithfull! My lines were not that cool: Ms Faithfull, the concert was great, a dream come true, absolutely magnificent.

Well, what else could one say?

She is amazing.

So not me.

Friday, 18 June 2010

This Post Could Use A Photo But I'm Too Lazy To Find One

Life is football (soccer for you Americans) nowadays. Three games a day. That’s not much. There are still plenty of hours in a day.
To sleep.

They say summer is here. I can see the green grass, violet lupines, and golden don’t-know-whats. It’s not snowing.
I do hate snow. You do remember it.

The spring came over nigth, stayed for a day and then there was summer. I sat inside, pain in my back, unable to walk. Heard how people marvelled the sudden summer.
I couldn’t care less. I just wanted to kill somebody.
My pain, for example.

Depression gave space to pain. Please, do come in, depression said. We have plenty of room in this vast emptiness of this creature which she calls her body and soul.
Together they had fun.

To kill the pain I went to the hospital and had an operation. I tried to tell the surgeon also to cut off my depression, but he thought I was hallucinating.
I was dead serious.

Now the hurt and ache are gone. Violet lupines start to dry away. My depression needs no watering. It’s a surviver, a fighter.

And summer. It rolls along like the football on green grasses way down south.

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

A Little Pause

I'm recovering from a back operation.

See you soon.

Saturday, 22 May 2010

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

Empty Glasses

Do you look at world through glasses of green as grass, red as wine, blue as the sky? Or do you merely see your own reflection in the bottom of the empty glass?
Grey as yesterdays gone by.

Tuesday, 4 May 2010


Days are long. Nights even longer. I try to fill the painful hours with snooker on the TV. I paint a lot, slow movements of the brush, every drop of paint is a sign of pain.

Sciatica. Three weeks, each day getting worse. Last week I could walk a hundred meters, yesteraday ten. Weekly visits to the doctor with taxi, it’s impossible to use the bus.
Still strength in the muscles. Not yet time for operation. Maybe time heals.
I hope so.
The nerve ache stretches my leg funnily. I look at my leg, tell it to carry me to the toilet. It isn’t so co-operative.

Hasty minutes at the computer. A few words. A glimpse at other people’s blogs. Then the pain gets me going again. Limping around the rooms. Sitting after five steps. Trying to find a position to sleep for some moments.

Wondering should I call the ambulance now. Is the pain horrible enough? It is, but I don’t dial emergency. I want to stay home. I want to paint, to crochet, to forget the pain. In a hospital bed I’d have too much time to think.

Thinking makes pain worse.

Friday, 16 April 2010

Emptying My Head

Besides painting, crocheting gives the opportunity to experience colors. Maybe it was my crave for colors that led me to look for my crochet-hook and buy color in cotton, wool and other materials. It was ages I last had done handiwork and my craft has always been quite a poor one.

I didn’t let those things bother me. I started to crochet a scarf, easy enough for me. I finished the scarf rapidly, started another one. And another one. Then I decided to make a shawl. Another one.

At this point I sent my friends soft parcels. Luckily I have a lot of friends.

I bought new colors, enhaled the power of light in wool. Mittens. And the hands of my friends stayed warm.

Crocheting is a way to escape. My head gets empty when I grab the crochet-hook. All the bad thoughts I have, disappear. All my anxiety, my angst, the blackness in me, vanishes. There are only my hands that move. I feel better. Not good, but better.

I crochet like a maniac. Maybe it helps me to lure away the depression.

Well, to save my friends from soft parcels every week, I offered my hats for sale. I’ve been inspired by the 20’s and flapper hats. A lot of feminity in my hats, a lot of nostalgia. A second hand-vintage shop wanted to have my hats. The shop is called Harakan Taivas, and it’s situated in the centre of Helsinki. Along with my hats, they put wreaths done by me also for sale.

I love making wreaths, too. No ordinary, but weird, and I wonder who’ll buy them. Maybe you? And a hat, too?

Tuesday, 6 April 2010


I’ve been writing very little lately, especially fiction and poems. I’ve craved for something else than words.
I’ve been to various art exhibitions and filled myself with colors, textures, tecnics and sensations. It’s good to just look, not to have to talk. Only let pieces of art flow over you.

My art gallery is nowadays the most active of my blogs. I draw a lot, paint a little and sometimes I make a digital picture. I’ve splashed colors on aquarelle paper, loved every moment of it, knowing that result is nothing. Only the process means something to me.

While painting, I’ve met some artists. First there was Picasso. He was surely flirting with me or maybe the target of his glare was the naked woman running around the studio. Don’t know, but he certainly was in a funny mood.

Next I met Andy Warhol. He wanted to make a study of me. I said yes, but didn’t think much of the result. Seen that before. We had some tomato soup, talked about the weather. It was quite nice.

Jackson Pollock’s studio was a colorful mess, and after being there for some time, I was covered with red, blue, black and violet dots. First I thought I’ve got measles, but Jackson assured me that all that is seen is only art. That set my mind at rest, and we continued to sprinkle rainbows on the walls.

Today I had the honour to look at Modigliani in the heat of work. He had a sore throat, so he could only whisper some words. My hearing is not as good as it used to be, so I can’t repeat his words. Didn’t hear a thing. But he smiled nicely and I felt at ease with him.

It’s a miracle to be able to imagine, don’t you think so, too?

(All these drawings have been displayed also at SusuPetal art gallery.)

Friday, 2 April 2010

Sunday, 21 March 2010

Happy Birthday, Mick!

Instead of being late, I’m early!

Happy Birthday Mick!

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

High Society

my dear, susu.petal

be the best
join high society
stand out of the rest

5th avenue at your fingertips
luxury watches
top brands
high quality materials

am I wrong about you?

Sunday, 7 March 2010

Do You?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
tell me, please,
tell me all.

Do you like what you see?

No, I don’t.
I see me.

Saturday, 20 February 2010

Awakenings, please

This winter seems to never end. I remember this season started in November and since, there’s been only snow and snow and snow and the ever freezing coldness. Right now the temperature is -19 degrees Celsius ( -2 F ) and the east wind is awful. No possibilities to go out.

Which is good.

 I like to stay inside, feel warm and when getting sleepy, go to bed and dream of sun and warmth, hoping that spring some day arrives. I also dream of waking to life. 

Friday, 5 February 2010

Life Goes On

There are bad days. And then there are worse days. Some days, maybe luckily, are nonchalant. This is such an indifferent day, so I decided to write a little.

On bad days there’s no desire for writing. I’m tired of writing about anxiety and depression that hold their grip. It’s boring to read about those feelings over and over again. I’ve written about that pair too often.

Life goes on, still. Not much words. Instead paintings. Done by hand. It feels good to take a crayon and draw a line. It feels almost satisfying to drop a paint-brush into water or oil color and look at the canvas turn into color.

It’s almost bedtime. The best time of the day. Despite the nightmares.

Sleep tight.

Saturday, 16 January 2010

Not here

but here,
for the most of
my blogging time.
Words flew away,
no stories, no poems.


By hand.

Sunday, 3 January 2010

Oh, I've forgotten

to wish you all a happy new year. No, that’s not true. I did notice that new year arrived, I’ve just been too tired to write greetings into my blogs. I’ve also been too drained to commentate in your blogs.  

I won’t promise I’ll get perkier. I don’t believe in such promises, but I do wish you a happy new year.