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Inkeri Makkonen: “The wind is playing the tin roof 24m/sec”
The base material and the paints direct my mind where they want. I wonder from one image space to another, and the story continues, as long as I am willing to go along. It feels like everything was created accidentally.
The town visible from my window interjects into the images. The landscape and weather holds so much power it is ready to disintegrate, and it feels like I am testing how much of it I can use before I reach the limit.
The town visible from my window interjects into the images. The landscape and weather holds so much power it is ready to disintegrate, and it feels like I am testing how much of it I can use before I reach the limit.
