Casa-cuerpo.

Cazando palabras.

Capas. Mapas. Entrever. Descubrir. Recopilar. Caminos. Encuentros. Intercambio. Puentes. Conexión. Respirar. Blanco. Silencio.

Parte de mi. Yo y mi otro yo.

Cambiar la piel. Vos y yo.

Las cosas que llevo conmigo a cada sitio están dentro y se ven reflejadas en el mapa del cuerpo que se dibuja con la misma realidad.

Pieza. Broche doble. Bronce oxidado, cuero crudo cosido y grabado, plata. Bronce oxidado, papel y tela grabada, plata.

Dear Francisca,

here are the multiple pieces called Carrying. They are made of birch and aluminium. The pieces are attached into the clothing with needle and thread, by sewing like the main piece (the image i sent 2 days ago) which is called Carrying around.

You asked me if I would tell something about these works…

Carrying around people, woods, surroundings. Different cities, streets, parts of. They are in me. I was intrigued by left behind things which we keep carrying around as images, scents or stories. Things like wooden furniture, landscapes or the feeling which makes you feel at home.

What to take with me – layers of comfort and forgetting. Vague memories. Left behind are like shadows carved into the wood. Next to skin. Under your jacket. Or something to show others where you from.

I wanted to use birch which is a very common wood in Finland. We use it for everything: heating the house, making furniture, cutlery, ornaments, using it as decoration in mid-summer party  etc. I like the lightness and texture in it.  Aluminium I wanted to use for its whiteness and coldness. As you know how fascinated I am with snow and it’s shades.

We were exchanging images of shadows, maps, lines…Through the conversations the work started to grow. With the first look it reminds a map. With a second look it reveals people, place and parts of…

From middle of snow banks and -25 degrees in winterland,

Nelli

van apareciendo las imagenes en la superficie, como cuando brota el agua del suelo.

empiezan a materializarse las sucesivas capas de lo intercambiado.

y así empieza a aflorar una idea…

mi mapa es mi propio cuerpo. porque todo lo que mudo cada vez que cambio de ciudad esta en él. no en los objetos, ni en la ropa, ni en las joyas, ni en las cosas que nos rodean sino en los abrazos, las miradas, los recuerdos… las marcas quedan en este cascarón que me proteje y me sugiere lo que la conciencia no quiere ver.

the images are appearing on the surface, as when the ground water springs.
coming into existence of the successive layers exchanged.
and so begins to emerge an idea …my map is my own body. because everything that  i moved when i change the city it’s on it. not in the objects, or clothes, or jewelry, or things that surround us but yes in the hugs, the looks, the memories … marks left in this shell that protects me and subject me what conscience will not see.

marcando territorios (entre mi marido y yo)

Carrying things yesterday made me think of…

Continue reading marks of a wooden bench in the snow

Dear Francisca,

Your list of words made me think of

I’m looking for traces

in snow

in landscape

in jewellery which is found in flea markets

lost identities

lost stories

I found myself excited about reading posts from other groups that spoke of the superposition of layers and reviewing our old posts, I saw that we also talked about it. therefore, I decided to group words = meaning.

Layers
Dig
Find
Remove
Discover
Silent silhouettes
Maps
Roads
Networks
Identidd
Crosses
Emotions

Greetings from Pori, Finland.

A town where I have not been.

Feels like being abroad.

Seen an exhibition by Zineb Sedira in Pori Art Museum about identity and immigration. Look at

http://www.poriartmuseum.fi/eng/exhibitions/

http://www.zinebsedira.com/

Dear Fran,

How is your working going on?

I’m working with aluminium.

something in between

image and unreachable

there and not-there

nelli, it’s good that you came back! now. it’s a little difficult to run again but I’m working on it … why do you choose the latest pictures?

a part of the park

2006

brooches (to sew to your clothing)

370 x 150 x 2 mm

zink, paint, thread, needle

jorge macchi. argentine visual artist…

amsterdam

 ciudad cansada (tired city)

to change the point on the map

to leave the frame known

to move sequences, loves, smells and sounds

shell effect

that new space

like white bubbles

a parenthesis

a silence that allows you to listen,

to feel, to think,

to construct.

a new map for us?

starting from stains

marking the grey area

conquering the space

the deer needed the warm of the finnish people to take colour-identity…

what do you need when you are out of home?

i’m like your deer.

shell effect.

i like this translation…spot: lugar, mancha, gota. (place, stain, drop)

My dear, the deer

White-tailed deer was given to Finnish forests in 1935 from Minnesota

It became ours

Our deer

Tamed

She is at the backyard of a house

and needs amulet-kind-of-objects to her horns to make a crown.

Audience is sewing the objects.

There are textiles from Finnish national dresses.

Thinking of identity

work and text by

Anna Rikkinen & Nelli Tanner

Tamed

2008

textiles, found objects, wood, thread, needles

300 x 150 cm x 4 cm

travelling by walking or cycling or by bus

to forest

to the town of  Imatra

taking photos from things that have something “white”

mushrooms or snow

stripes on the asphalt

smoke from the paper factory pipe

letters saying central station

working is

collecting

combining

drawing

everything on one big table

always intrigued what is white

I need your words… “A moment of silence. A blank space our mind can fill in with thought.
Stories embodied in fragments of repetition.”

Breath life, city, faith, laughter, death, pleasure, cement, color, skepticism,
smells, materials, heat, celebrations, gases, consumerism, textures, dust, cold, sensations.
Believe (me), listen (me), feel (me), contact (me).
Each inhalation-exhalation-processing.
Roots that push from the inside.