Rauha Mäkilä Artist Statement

Rauha Mäkilä Artist Statement

 

Outside it’s again so damn gray. The snow is melting and slush flying. How am I supposed to think about anything else than grey. Where is all the colour? At least not in Helsinki. I would just like to wrap myself into blanket and look at pointless teen tv-series. In them the sun is always shining, the colours are just right and the amount of bare skin is appropriate. Or on the other hand, who says it’s pointless, in each episode some problem is solved. Where to buy new clothes, who to kiss on the weekend, who did what and who did who... problems that don’t need to be solved. So, like yeah, that’s where I get all the colours for my paintings. Maybe even the subjects.

 

And beside this I read a bunch of fashion and men’s magazines. These days 70s soft porn magazines and Jallu are my favourites. They have nice colours and poses, the attitude I am not so sure of.  And then I hang out online, read blogs, am amazed by the flow of images. And the exposed skin. It’s so normal nowadays; you can just shrug your shoulders and forget about it. Obscenity and mysteriousness have become decent and everyday. Nothing really surprises you anymore. You don’t feel anything anymore. It’s exciting to create art about that. Superficiality and surface. Exterior and promises. I guess that’s why I’ve started to read pornographic magazines. There aren’t even relationship problems in them.

I guess I am part of the generation that runs away from responsibility and lives a prolonged youth. I read something like that in a magazine. But on the other hand painting is really, really hard. It takes time; it doesn’t just happen in a minute but craves the technique and the contents in the same package. How do you fit that into an eternal youth and the avoiding of becoming an adult – that ancient form of art? That is what I try to do, I guess, to bring Beverly Hills 90210 and Gossip Girl to the canvas with a little True Blood to spice it up. To penetrate the surface, to give it relevance. To love the present and to find a meaning to all of this. I mean, I admire popular culture. Because I am so this generation. And I feel and wonder and do not just want to shrug my shoulders.