It has been rather silent over here as I had to leave my computer in Japan. That is the outcome of slowly packing life into cardboard boxes of various sizes (some of which still wait to get shipped home) and a distorted hierarchy of preference. I have been slowly trying to sum up everything that happened during my temporary alienation from the ordinary but well. It is completely pointless to look for a point.
Helsinki has treated me well (excluding the fact that it has been raining almost every single day since I arrived some three months ago). Making tea feels odd but I have missed visiting galleries and having time to see art and read books.
Of the things I have seen during the last three months worth mentioning would be at least the Korean dancers visiting Teatteri Union. To me, even just observing movement and listening to the sound it makes, is a pleasure. All Asian arts seem to have some esoteric level that connects everything that happens now to everything that has happened before. Even simple things carry a weight of past generations. Like in tea it makes light things weigh a ton and the other way round.
Yesterday I visited Kaapelitehdas and the Ärt exhibition by the graduates of Lahti Institute of Fine Arts. Surprisingly classic and subdued works but as such an interesting visit.