Tatu Hiltunen

Hawaii, 2001

Throwing away values, ethics and identities. Forgetting moral codes. Hurling away all of your money and all valuable items. No stable solutions, only more questions to questions.

Blended genres, Faked styles, Mixed techniques, Undefined chaos, Lots to tell, Too much to forget, Born to lose, Live to win. Arbitrary holidays in the sun. Postcards from Paradise.

Fortuitous order. Sporadic sports. Adventitious adventures. Incidental incidents. Occassional occultism. Accidental accidents. Adjunct. Stray.

Surreal Punk. Blank Generation. Animal Bomb. No Future. Dead Homies. Slow Motion Running. Silicon tits. Holidays will tear us apart. Give Me My Fitness.

”Faster, Faster until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.”
”Slower, Slower until the boredom of inertia overcomes the love of life.”
”Being an artist, means you are allowed to go back to child mode and throw your set in the air;
and wave it around like you just don’t care.”

I fondle with my fists. I whisper by shouting. I sleep with my eyes open.
Every time I wake up, I see the same dream. Every time I see the same dream, I wake up.
Can´t hardly breathe.

Why go Turku Archipelago or Lanzarote, when you can go to Hawaii?
Why go to work, when you can go to Hawaii?
 Why.

Bless You.
Aloha Akbar.