Letters / house reports with weather obsservations
sent everyday from Mustarinda house to Titanik gallery in Turku (Finland) during December 2017 as
a part of Mustarinda group exhibition Works with Me.
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Thanks to gallery staff for collaboration with opening and arranging letters on the wall after every single pigeon delivery.
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(parts of first letter = first day of exhibition)
There is such a book in Mustarinda house where we write everything that happens or is about to happen. Big Black. Chronicus Giganticus.
It‘s more than a year since I decided to move to Paljakkavaara hill after several years of comings and goings.
And it‘s been almost a year, since I started to write everyday notes on weather and collect other related material and data. Simply because that most of the activities around house are significantly dependent on weather.
Well, yeah. I‘m obsessed. I‘m obsessed with watching weather forecasts and observing how much degrees, numbers and data really feel when you run outside. When weather forecast moderator talk about “real feel” in a prediction, what does that information
I’m fascinated by how conversations about weather became small talk. And how this small talk affects everything like if you have today any visitors in gallery.
However, my fascination of transformation records into real experience is simply based on practical matters. Just because every month there is new group of residents and it is necessary to keep the track and know what and when it is needed to be done around the house, how and when to adjust house energy system (human and other beings included) in an efficient way.
I am reading my notes from past half a year, it looks like Mustarinda house life is devided to two parts – when there is and is not a snow…