Leaving...

...sadness, madness, depression, regression?

Maybe not.

But the old year, well, I'm leaving it.

Light, Joy and Inspiration For You All!

Happy Holidays!

Peace and love and understanding!

yours truly

A Beautiful Song

Ken Keatley sent me a video response to my autumn animation, a beautiful song, a beautiful voice. Please, enjoy.

My old animation:

Ken's song

It's Time

for Christmas Calendars! You'll find mine here!

Who Wouldn't Feel Crazy From Time To Time?

Let's all feel a bit crazy today!

And tomorrow, too!

November

We've had warm, sunny days. It's hard to believe it's November. Last year it was like THIS. 

I like this November so much better.

Susu's Petals

To remember the colors, to maintain the light of summer deep down inside me. That’s important in surviving, untill the new spring finally comes to existence.

I’ve started a new category in my photo blog. Please, warm yourself with Susu’sPetals.

I'm Tired Of Living And Scared Of Dying

Too tired to write. Too tired to paint. Too tired to think. Luckily there is music. 

So Many Songs I Don't Want To Sing

Birth Of A Painting

please, look here!

Finnish Summer

Finnish summer is short compared with winter. Winter lasts for six months. At least. Summer is short as the flutter of a butterfly.

Summer is the first clear blue sky of May. 

Sitting with a friend in the sun, cherishing the incredible feeling of the first moments on summer terraces.

Seeing new places is a thing to do in the summer. To find light is easy. You just follow the sun.

Sea glitters in the sun. You feel the scent of salt, and the thirst for summer grows in you. You must have more of this: light, warmth, the never sleeping sun.

Bonfire salutes summer. Flames caress your skin, and it’s impossible to dream about winter. Summer is so much stronger.

Wild flowers colorize fields. The number of colors is more than one can realize or count. Every color is the color of summer.

Even black.

And snow white.

Summer is visiting places, seeing friends.

Summer is exhibitions.

Summer is searching for the blue sky among the ruins of oneself, the shattered pieces broken by winter.

Summer is galleries and the thrill of finding perfect lines.

Picking berries, eating them. Swimming, sleeping, drinking, reading, laughing with friends. And so much more. Finnish summer. Not yet at the end.

My Finnish Bikini

Mick longed to see my Finnish bikini writing his comment, so to ease his pain, here is Middle Morbid in her brand new bikini designed by me.

What do you think -should I make postcards of my design bikini and sell cards to tourists ;)

Summertime

Roses Are Roses Are Roses

Heatwave. Yesterday Finland was the warmest place in Europe. In the whole world, if I remember correctly.

Time for roses.

For those who graduate, those who find summer love, for those who water their plants in the garden.

Roses in bushes. The sweet, warm scent reminds me of childhood. It was always summer, it was always warm, it was the never ending days filled with reading, reading, escaping from this world. I loved those dark pinkish petals. So did bees. Dangerous flowers. 

Helsinki. Ranked to be the best place to live in the world. I agree. I like Helsinki. It's big enough, small enough. In summertime wonderful. Winters I hate anywhere up here in the north.

Heatwave. Also in my brain, so nothing new. Depression is my middle name, anxiety the suburb I live in, emptiness my state of mind.

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More Than Tired, Less Than Dead

Today:

my hair is dirty,
my nails are beautiful,
my mind is broken,
I'm more than tired, less than dead