I left London to move in with my parents, in the heart of the rudest part of Finland one will ever visit.
Working for a factory that produces steel and having not much to do, I've developed a numbness I've never felt before.
A welcome change to this monotonous summer, came when my parents decided to take a family trip to Tallinn.
A brief visit to KUMU, (Eesti Kunstimuuseum, Estonian art museum), to see the exhibition on Estonian art, worked like a big bucket of cold water being thrown on me, waking me up from a month-long coma.
Having seen this, it makes the visit to most art museums seem like a walk through a busy motorway with trash thrown to the sides from cars passing by.
Working for a factory that produces steel and having not much to do, I've developed a numbness I've never felt before.
A welcome change to this monotonous summer, came when my parents decided to take a family trip to Tallinn.
A brief visit to KUMU, (Eesti Kunstimuuseum, Estonian art museum), to see the exhibition on Estonian art, worked like a big bucket of cold water being thrown on me, waking me up from a month-long coma.
Having seen this, it makes the visit to most art museums seem like a walk through a busy motorway with trash thrown to the sides from cars passing by.
(See for example Johannes Saal's Metropolis)
