(1.) A rust-coloured scarf wrapped around my shoulders, I sit on a buoy on the island of Harakka in Helsinki approximately once a week during a year from 25 January 2009 to 6 February 2010. (2.) The buoy videoed on the same occasions.
Read more »(1.) A rust-coloured scarf around my shoulders, I sit in a niche in the wall on the island of Harakka in Helsinki approximately once a week during a year from 25 January 2009 to 6 February 2010. (2.) The niche in the wall videoed on the same occasions.
Read more »(1.) A rust coloured scarf around my shoulders, I walk in a circle tied with a chain to an iron ring on a cliff on the South Eastern shore of Helsinki's Harakka Island once a week for a year, between 25 January 2009 and 6 February 2010. (2.) The cliff shot on the same occasions.
Read more »A rust coloured scarf around my shoulders, I walk in a circle tied with a chain to an iron ring on a cliff on the South Eastern shore of Helsinki’s Harakka Island once a week for a year, between 25 January 2009 and 6 February 2010.
Read more »The artist sits on a cliff and faces south once a week for a year, then she looks at the cliff. She sits on a cliff and faces north once a week for a year, then she looks at the cliff. She spins around against the city skyline once a week for a year, then she Iooks at the city skyline.
Read more »Wrapped in a grey shawl, I sit on the cliffs of Harakka Island's northwestern shore around once a week between 6 January 2007 and 3 February 2008. In part 1, I face south and look out at the sea; in part 2, I face north and look towards the city.
Read more »A grey shawl across my shoulders, I spin around against the city skyline on the northwestern cliffs of Harakka Island around once a week between 6 January 2007 - 3 February 2008.
Read more »With a lilac scarf on my shoulders I stand in the sea, take water in a jar and pour it back to the sea on the northern shore of Harakka Island approximately once a week before sunset between 26th January 2008 and 24th January 2009.
Read more »1. (left) With a lilac scarf on her shoulders, the artist walks down the steps on the Northern shore of Harakka Island approximately once a week before sunset between 26th January 2008 and 24th January 2009. 2. (right) The artist walks up the steps during the same times.
Read more »Wrapped in a white shawl, the artist walks and lies down on the remains of the stone base of a building on Harakka Island once a week for a year from 14th February 2010 to 31st January 2011. Part 1. With the camera in the East facing West. Part 2. With the camera in the South facing North.
Read more »A portrait of an isolated man who has withdrawn in his tent. He seems to be quite satisfied in there. But one day something penetrates into his little world.
Read more »The installation of My friend and her boyfriend consists of looping video projections, fluorescent text and UV light. The installation reflects on dream as an element of real encounters and human relations.
Read more »In the semi-abstract, experimental animation, something unusual happens during a train journey through a dark landscape.
Read more »Zoom is a video about speed, distance and perspective. It is shot from a deck of a ship. The camera zooms into the waves generated by the ship. The speed of the ship seems to change as the camera zooms closer and the waves start to dissolve into an abstract animation.
Read more »Suddenly, Last Summer is an experimental animation based freely on the play of the same title by Tennesee Willams. Some fragments of the original play are restaged frame by frame by new botanical performers.
Read more »Don't Touch presents an eerie vignette in a rustic 19th century interior. Intense atmosphere builds up and is released by an unexpected touch.
Read more »Two friends painting a graffiti on a shop window in their home village in central Finland have ended up kissing. The experimental short film, which juxtaposes events happening in two different times, examines the border between platonic and romantic love.
Read more »A view from the window of an airplane shows the relation between the worlds and the chaotic substance of which the worlds are made of. The clouds lose their shape on the edge of the window and make a reappearance in the reflection. In the end we get clumsy and stumble down, out of the worlds.
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