SusuPetal in English

Please,

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step right into the picture.

Christmas Colors

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Just wanted colors today.

Please, dress me!!!

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Mick, that fabulous and inspirational artist, gave me a marvelous idea! He commented on my new book’s video, saying that the figure (who is not me!) wasn’t dressed for winter.

This made me start a project –Top Fashion Design, even with paint- in my Finnish main blog. I have asked the readers to download the picture of Middle Morbid (my English name for her) and design gorgeous, plain or whatever clothes on that poor, shivering thing using whatever tools and programs.

If my English readers wish to participate in this project, please do! Download and dress Middle Morbid with your own style, let your imagination flow and post into your blog your unique fashion style with a few lines about the story behind the outfit, or you can send the work to me. I intend to make a collage or a video about the outfits, so I ask for your permission to use your work.

I’m going to draw lots after dead line of this project, and one lucky fashion designer shall get a small award from me.

The dead line is on Saturday 12.12. 11.59 PM in Finnish time.

We Made It Through November!

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The appalling, horrific and mean November is over. The weather is still rain, rain, rain, but it’s December and after December comes January and then February, March and then it’s April and spring!

Well, that sounded a little bit too optimistic coming from me. Damn, still many months until spring breezes chase the grey skies away.

I survived November thanks to the project Lepis started, do visit the fine Gallery Selätys and be inspired and amazed of the work Finnish bloggers have made together.

BLOGitse, a Finnish woman living in Cairo, Egypt, helped me through November with her inspirational and creative peas. Check them and be delighted! She writes in English.

My own project was to finish my comic book, it’s done. I made an ad for it (not to be shown on TV, it’s too expensive, but just for my own joy).

The first of December opened my Christmas Calendar here.

Towards spring with all our might!

Meet My New Book

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Meet my new book: it’s called Keskiäkäisiä hajatelmia which is impossible to translate into English. But I’ll tell you what you’ll find in the book.

The book contains comics, poems and stories about a woman, who has reached a certain point in her life. She’s not so young anymore, she’s more likely to be hit by lumbago than by the arrow of Amor, and she’s reached the age when she wants desperately to have a seat in the bus. She wonders about her life, the new facts days bring along, and she’s anxious to know why the seats in bars are so high nowadays. She remembers the days when she had ten drinks in the evening and two aspirins the next day, and can’t figure how it is nowadays two drinks and ten aspirins.

It was fun doing this book. I published it myself, like my earlier books, with the help of BoD.

Selfportrait: Fooling Around In A Black Dress

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Welcome To The Grand Opening Of Galleria Selätys

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Galleria Selätys was opened in November 2009. Lepis invited co-bloggers to join into a project called How to Survive November. In the project, bloggers were to choose a photo of their own, which then was to circle through all the other bloggers who participated the project, each putting one’s own touch to the photo. Thus the original photos were manipulated by many bloggers.

The results of this interactive project are now to be seen at Galleria Selätys.

Welcome!

And suddenly there was light

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I went out today. In the morning.

For real.

The sun was climbing slowly, sleepily, deciding finally to settle low. The sky became blue. It was amazing.

I don’t remember when was the last time I saw light. The sky has been grey for weeks.

Or so it seems.

When I returned home, the weak hug of sun had begun to melt the powdery snow on the branches.

Now the trees are bare, the sky has gathered clouds of every shade of grey and black, and the sheltering shield is hanging once again over me.

Darkness.

Variations

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Helsinki In The Afternoon. Today.

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One photo does indeed tell more than thousand bitter words.

Confused?

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Confused?

Afraid of being caught sleepy?

You’re not the only one.

Fight way through zombies.

Looking good doesn’t have to bankrupt you.

Cheap.

Will you consider this?

Plz, answer this.

Be satisfied.

Spam Poetry

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Hey.

lol guess what.

Post-holiday brand items to sell.

Order your rep Rolex submariner now.

TOP SELLING WATCHES!

New Blizzard’s Masterpiece!

Absolutely 100 % customer satisfaction.

Pay less to get more.

***

The poem is pieced together from the titles of spam coming to my mail.

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

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dear susupetal

hello

wanna win a million?

be a player, be a winner

pay for real, win for real

your royal bonus is waiting

contact

confirm

***

The poem is pieced together from the titles of spam coming to my mail.

Perfect Voice

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There are voices that are just perfect.

William Wordsworth's Daffodils read by Jeremy Irons

Comics

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The weekly theme for the Finnish PoemThursday was to write a love poem without the word love. I made a poem without words, and since the poem can be read in any language, I publish it also in this blog.

I like to draw comic strips. I’m not a skilled drawer, but that doesn’t matter, I’ll draw anyhow. In my Finnish main blog you can find the category comics. Most of the comics are about this rather middle-aged woman who just doesn’t get some things. She’s figuring for instance how it is possible that in the old days it used to be ten drinks during the night and two aspirins in the morning, and nowadays it’s two drinks a night and ten aspirins the next day. Stuff like that.

Have a nice weekend!

Snowflakes

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First snow,

it came with the cold north wind.

Grey clouds melted into water,

water became snowflakes.

Earth is still black.

Snowflakes vanished to the drains.

Puddles full of yellow leaves,

boats sailing to the south.

First Snow In Lapland

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Bottle

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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is bottle.

Fresh

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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is fresh

Depression

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It’s easier to write about depression in English than in Finnish. Maybe it has something to do with the realization that, despite all these decades, I’m not still ready to accept depression as a part of my nature, a big piece of my life. Writing in English helps me to look at depression as an interesting phenomenon, not as a part of me.

Well, I’m content to write about depression in any language. A few months ago I couldn’t have written anything about it.

Depression isn’t sadness. It isn’t gloominess. It has nothing to do with unhappiness. Depression isn’t a mood you’re in. You can feel yourself gloomy and sad, but you can get out of those moods. Maybe it takes some days, even weeks, but eventually you can shake off the unpleasant mood.

Depression can’t be shaken away like the blues. Depression hangs onto you with grey claws. Depression doesn’t wake you up in the morning; it forces you to sleep hour after hour, it makes your limbs weak and slow. If you manage to get rid of the sleep for some hours, you sit in a chair doing nothing. You see all those books on the shelves, but you can’t read anything. Your ability to concentrate is nil. You can’t listen to music, melodies are vague and unclear, words of songs are incomprehensible. The chat of people is as understandable. If you hear their words, it takes less than a second to forget what they said. It’s as though the place where your brain used to be, had been totally emptied and filled with black, thick cushions which muffle the world outside yourself. You can see there are movement, light, voices and happenings around you, but none of that touches you. You’re isolated, totally alone in yourself.

You want nobody near you. No one brings a smile on your face. A hug from your child feels nothing. You aren’t able to sense the caress of the person you love. You are fading away, and at the same time you’re afraid to be left alone. The presence of other people reassures you of still being alive.

Being dead is the state of your mind when you are depressed. Dead people don’t have to wash themselves, there’s no need for clean clothes. Ghosts don’t eat, so you have no appetite. You drift from day to day, and as long there’s only the depression, you can lull in that thick mat of cushions of your mind.

Until anxiety comes to visit you, and your lack of feelings turn into fear, horror, panic and a desperate need to put an end to everything.

(But this is no writing about anxiety. Maybe I’ll write about it some other time.)

The photo is a manipulated version of the original here.

A Sore Throat

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My Homepages

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(photo manipulation made with photofunia)

I’ve been busy making myself homepages. Now the work is done. There’s also a section in English on the pages.

Please, have a look!

Blogpersonalities

2009-08-18T22:17:00.003+03:00

A fellow blogger, Ari, has made a portfolio from my pictures of blogpersonalities I’ve published at SusuPetal ArtGallery.

Thank you Ari, I just love the result!

Check also Ari’s own portfolio!

The Quatation Of Today

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"...I don't like you. I don't like the syphilic whore you were born out of, I don't like being down here in a rat-infested foreign country when I coul be at home with my family. I do like inflicting pain on criminals, so you had better answer my questions truthfully, or I'll hurt you bad."

James Ellroy: The Black Dahlia

Getting To Paradise

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Getting to paradise

there had to be lies,

closing of eyes.

The dice was shot

and sure, I got

the ticket to paradise.

Still paying the price.