What is your current obsession?
Staged landscapes, birds and feathers, homing.
Do you nap a lot?
Who was the last person you hugged?
If you were a tree, what tree that would be?
What' s for dinner?
What was the last thing you bought?
A flower blouse and two pairs of socks.
What are you listening now?
What is your favourite weather and why?
Sunny and cold. The light brings hope and happiness but I hate heat
and like to wear lots of clothes.
What time do you usually get up?
Favourite vacation spot?
My hometown and summer cottage. Lapland.
What movies can you watch over and over?
Kaurismäki, Miyazaki and Jarmusch movies.
What is your favourite tea flavour?
Where is the landscape of your mind?
On sleek rocks by the water.
What are you reading right now?
Short stories by Jhumpa Lahiri.
What is your favourite play?
It's raining cats and dogs at the moment and actually I don't mind it at all. Is there anything nicer than a huge mug of tea after cycling through the city in the dark, soaking... Well my visit to the allotment gardens nearby last Saturday was quite nice. Flower pictures taken then.
Lately I've been working as a trainee in a printmaking workshop, pondering about the subject of a thesis (something about the different layers of realities in paintings..?), spending hours of listening to anxious talk at school, arranging hundreds (no kidding!!) of cd's on new shelfs at home and feeling Beatlemania due to a dvd-box. So no time to get rusty, though colours are.
Decoration magazines are one of my biggest vices. I really fell for that little composition found from the home of Charlotte Adrian, a Danish table ware designer (picture below). I had to do some imitating. My version consists of an Ikea lamp and flea market glass.
(PS. Jos kiinnostuit, niin juttu Adrianin ja hänen miehensä kodista löytyy uusimmasta Divaanista.)
Chanterelles from the market square, buttons from a lovely tiny boutique I found last week (it was full of 80's dresses, floral patches and sewing utensils). My intention is to make a brooch out of them - if I ever manage in this crazy rush. It comes every year as surely as the autumn colours.