Heidi Hänninen
1982, Jyväskylä
sculpture
A picnic for the sad
The intensive, fragile blue, almost unnatural, which I could see with my own eyes.
Or the stillborn, hard and brittle gray of the concrete, which I could smell.
The round and fruitful time, which I expect to strike against the cold ground and be covered in the winter of eternity (which I regarded as partly artificial and violent already at the very beginning). The tree trunks which in my mind channel my power like warm sap or vodka. All this I heard and felt, gently touching my bones, rising up to my lips.
In my room I put the lights of (my) life on and off as I see best.
Sorrow and a sense of wonder grow out of  the darkness on the floor.
I carried it all inside on my shoulders.
That's why I built that room and filled it up. To make you come there. To share all the joys and sorrows, even for a little while, and not be afraid any more, at least not as much. You would then let go with a smile.
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