Tuesday Mornings.

22.05.2012 - 21:02 / emmi.


 

TUESDAY MORNING 15.5.2012

I didn’t stop for a coffee at the market place. / Bar & Cafe Joella wasn’t open yet. / So I walked straight to Art Factory. / I picked up my own mug from the studio…/ …And filled it with coffee at the next door building’s school diner. / I seated at the Factory’s front yard to drink it.

I watched the constructor workers and made plans for the day. / Today I shall draw comics… / And have a meeting with the education and culture board. / If I have the time and energy, I may do some cleaning. / …Or skating. / …I tried to bring back my very first memories from Art Factory.

It’s been so long. / A lot has changed. / …But something is still the same. “CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE THE HELL IS THE ENTRANCE?!” / That so called culture is pretty nice… “WE ARE NOW HERE TO SEE THAT EXHIBITION OF YOURS!” / “Umm yes, the main doors are open, and then you go to the second floor and-” “THIS IS SO FUCKING TYPICAL, EVERYTHING HAS TO BE MADE SO COMPLICATED! COME ON, LET’S GO IN BEFORE IT STARTS TO RAIN!” / …But it is ok to treat like dog shit those who make that culture. “Yeah.You’re welcome.” / P.S.  I had no work on display at the Factory’s opening  art shows. Those tarts just expected so, or something. And by the way, sky was all clear and blue too!

TUESDAY MORNING 22.5.2012

“Don’t drawl over that girl’s morning ice cream!”  / I may not hate this town.

DO YOU STILL WONDER what is Taidetehdas, or Art Factory (as translated)? Let me tell you. It’s an old factory building in my home town Porvoo, that culture people took over at the 80’s. They putted up there working studios, galleries, concert halls, theatre, and so on. Few years ago the town got more interested of the old factory, also becos it started to be in a very poor condition. The town putted in a lot of money, and renovated the place. It now has everything it had before, plus cafes, restaurants, cinema, conference rooms, and a fucking shopping mall. This is all great, but it has been (and still is) a painful process in many ways for the artists, especially for the ones who were there when the Art Factory was originally born.

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