These photos are from one of the many beautiful places by the lake Päijänne. Me and my old friend went there to investigate. For a moment it felt like we were making a document about Finnish nature. I started hearing David Attenborough's voice in my head - it was time to leave. Later that day we played some disc golf. Good times. Since then it's been windy and rainy.
I leave when the leaves turn red. They are like reversed traffic lights.
Sometimes it feels like you're already walking in the past. Like you don't have to wait to see that it's an unique moment you're having right now. This is what really inspires me, the things you can't repeat. You've got this one-off chance to see it. There. Did you see it? Or properly put, do you see it? Can you see that things are replaced by other things? If you're concentrating on seeing that thing, you miss this. So you should be constantly open. It's like dancing and getting the rhythm right.
Photography is about unique moments, successful and unsuccessful shots. Painting is about that too. But in painting, the thing you observe, the thing you're trying to catch is also at the same time the outcome of your observation. Plus the material side of it... It's like the question about our existence: are we this body or/and this mind, and where is the mind located? Is the painting only an illusion hovering on paint and other stuff? Or is the material you're using actually the pure substance of the painting - inseparable from the form and content? Can the matter come first? For me painting is material image even if it's aiming to be ethereal and immaterial.
I like to see things come and go, whether it was tangible or rapid moments. In both material and immaterial image moments can be halted before they're completely lost. Catch it, throw it, lose it... or stop it in mid-flight.