TUULI SAAREKAS

1988 | Helsinki | sculpture

My landscape is horizontal, with trees and buildings towering above. Sometimes I don’t notice anything around me, as I’m enclosed within my own landscape. Other times, I notice plenty. The branches of a tree. They look deranged, sticking out insanely. How am I to describe what I see and feel? What material can capture the dance of a plant or the infinity of air? Can the rays of the sun be woven?  

I construct my landscapes by sculpting and welding. I work indoors whilst imagining myself outdoors. Random, fragmented thoughts are woven together in my hands. Working calms me.