Poikani korvalamppu/My son the earlamp
Ink and markers
2018
Kapitalismin menestysenkeli syö paskaa.
I have 3 works coming up for my entrance exams, 1 is done and 2 are closed to finished, but I can’t post them before I send them in for the exams, which sucks.
Hello, I am Mahmoud Halas from the besieged northern Gaza Strip. My family consists of 20 people, most of whom are young children. I ask for your support, donations and participation. I will be grateful to you.
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Haamuna kodissasi, 2021
’’Asuin täällä ennen. Nyt otan kaukaisia kuvia maailmastasi. Näen sinut missä et näe minua. Kuvajaiseni ja hajuni lymyävät nurkissa, mutta muotoni on vain läpikulkumatkalla. Täytät nyt kotiini jättämäni aukon, mutta minua ei haittaa. Näen silti menneeseen, vaikkakin kaukaa ja vääristyneesti. Se riittää minulle.’’
‘’I lived here before. Now I’m taking pictures of your world from far away. I see you where you don’t see me. My projection and smell lurk in the corners, but my shape is just passing through. Now you fill the hole I left in my home, but I don’t mind. I still see into the past, though from afar and all distorted. That’s enough for me.’’
2021
Pictures I took from my parents house that got grainy as shit due to the weird and very pink light conditions I used to live in, which turned out to be great for the theme of pictures from afar. Kinda made me think of photos from space or some shitty paranormal hoax stuff. The text is uncharacteristically written in book finnish because it was for school. My better, more recent stuff is coming when I somehow scan it.
Roskaröykkiön ruhtinas/King of the junkpile
Ink and markers
2018
Muodottomia kohtaamisia:
4. Ahdinko, 2019
1. Ihmetys, 2019
2. Uhka, 2019
3. Sota, 2019
Portfolio, 2020 (ei skannausta/no scans)
I’m working on stuff but nothing is even close to being finished.
anyway it’ll be shaped weirdly so I’m not sure if my further works can all be scanned like at all so it may mean the death of thhis blog lol
You inspired me to doodle today while cooking... but then I got bored. I used to draw all the time but somewhere it became more work than I have time for. And that sucks bc I thought I was pretty decent. I waste my time with noise more often than not now.
What do you mean ‘’I was pretty decent’’? You’re great. Love the patterns, keep it up.
Artist/harsh-squigglyist/writer from North FinlandIG: terho.korpua
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