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PIR - Sini Havukainen

Tuesday, 10-08-03

We warmly welcome our current Practitioner in Residence: SINI Havukainen.

Even if we never will be able to correctly pronounce her surname (shame on us), we hope she will have a splendid time in our laboratories.
Sini started to work with us more than 2 weeks ago. It is a pleasure for us having her around.

We thought it might be a nice idea, collecting her impressions, reports and activities while she is around at Time's Up.

Wednesday 10-08-11

An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world. 
~George Santayana

It's been a long time since my dirty hands worked on computer's keyboard before now. Three weeks have passed by faster than Tim talks (which is really fast). Now is the time for a timeout ; How's it been so far? What have I done, what have I learned and what have I not done yet, but wish to do in the next two months?

First of all, I reckon that Time's Up is the best place I can think of right now for my  trainee period. Secondly, I've got probably world's nicest working colleagues. I've been really impressed by the friendliness and fairness cooking skills and enthusiasm of these talented beautiful people, and by the way they've included me, a random outsider who needed on occupation somewhere. I just asked Time's up if there's something I could do, not really daring to hope, that the gate of this little paradise (with palm trees) in the remote harbor area in Linz could open for me.

I got to notice that the paradise has no gates at all. It seems to be more about searching, finding, recognizing and realizing than gates. Now my text's getting
too screwy, so I'd better go to sleep, but I'll continue tomorrow about the things...
My oh my I had so much things on my mind  to write about.

Tomorrow I'll continue about the quote I wrote on the top. To keep dreaming living for dreams and working on realizing them isn't always easy, but might still be worth trying. Good night. I'll start dreaming of fantastic water vehicles, that I'll craft this weekend for next autumn's Time's Up -post card.

Monday, 16-08-10

So the boat for Autumn's postcard is done. I wouldn't let it swim with anything precious on it, though. So I just hung it on the air.  It became a primitive grass boat. I guess I wanted to bind together not just the cables and plants, but the idea of life, bio, technology (leftovers) and culture being bound to each other.  Ach, that sounds so stupid... Na, I guess the boat is a cocktail of some of the things and feelings I see around me in Time's up; urban gardening, do it yourself, boats, artificial and natural intelligence and dream of an adventure, that's not only being dreamt but also on the process of realization. Sorry I have no picture yet, because the camera wasn't ready to shoot yet. It'll come...


Tuesday 21/09/2010

So, again it seems that there's a conspiracy against me that I just can't cope with, and that's getting year after year more and more outrageous: Someone's spending all my time, and I don't know where it went - maybe I should look up (Ha ha.)

So a short summary of the past weeks: If I must sink, I hope my ship'll be Time's Up. Thanks for the whole crew for making the hilarious Ars-party.  A good captain will always go down with his ship! Special thanks to captain Mark for the thick rythms that turned the metal workshop into a trembling deck, on which we were then happily sinking and dancing until dawn...

The last weeks felt quite intense. I was mostly working by David's sub-marine-caravan. I'm happy for seeing a big part of the realization process. The first time I heard about it (but didn't quite understand everything what David said) was shortly before I  asked Time's up for practitioner's place. At this time I stepped shortly into Puk, the sweet mother (or father?) of Karl Strömberg, the lookalike version that we then built out of steal and filled with concrete, and which is now lying in a swimming pool  in Styria. The visitors may dive in through a hole on the floor, and inside the caravan it's supposed to be dry because of the air pressure that's pumped into the caravan from above. Especially in the beginning and end time of the project I had a chance to be present assisting and learning by doing. I didn't work much with metal before, or with building things in general.

 --My backround shortly:  Before this year in Linz is in (audiovisual media) cultural studies. Even after studying all these years I can't define it exactly at all. Shortly summing up I did a lot of thinking, reading, writing and took part in some wild, interesting and crazy conversations. I took part in some international workshops that aimed to bring together new media and dance. Then I learned a light, quite superficial scratch of pretty wide variety of different digital tools. In this time I've realized that I belong more to the natural, physical reality contrary to the virtual world of bits and numbers, into the world were the mediated stories could and do take place in various ways. That's why I studied now in my exchange year fine arts, sculpture and experimental design, to get my hands on to more concrete things, to learn and find my own agenda about how to realize such things.

So back to David and caravan. I felt that I learned a lot from this project. Thanks to David who let me do a lot of different stuff and was patient with me and told many things. The way we bend the rectangular pipes when building the frame was the first impressive thing I learned. But I didn't just learn about measuring, fixing, cutting and welding, which was all great, but also how different it is to work for somebody else and see how he thinks and acts and solves problems, and how he must communicate this to me and I must understand it (which is not always that simple). The problem solving is always interesting, when one works with experimental objects and situations. I haven't seen a recipe on how to make an under water caravan for festival audience. So you always have to know more or less what you're doing, even though it's not completely possible. For me it was interesting to se how someone way more experienced in such experimental work is managing with these things. in the end I had a worm of green filling foam growing out of my head, on which the caravan then fell as I worked inside and loosened one screw that was holding the thing up. This was extremely teaching... The baby had got some weight. Then finally I had an honor to christianize it almost traditionally, which was also more challenging than it first seamed. Of course I was thrilled to dive in at the opening which was on saturday, but because of sleeping so late after an intense working period and then not being able to find a ride, I had to leave it for later, unfortunately. If it works out, it could be interesting to dive in next weekend to see how many drops of water ran in at the meanwhile. And actually I never thought I could experience how it is to be inside an air bubble underneath the water, so I guess this is the chance.

After finishing with Karl Strömberg, I've started getting into some own works, that I'd still like to make further before leaving Austria. I'll tell more about this later.