Feel the Spirit
I was interested here in playing with the juxtaposition of color – and especially lack of it – that characterize the winter months hereparts of the world. Everytime I come to Finland from elsebouts in dead winter, the atmosphere somehow reminds me of a scene from some akikaurismaki-like film scene where people quietly sip coffee and smoke cigarettes, say, at some faraway 24-hour highway truck stop. Nothing is said. Nothing stirs. The dimly-flickering neonlights set a stagnant pace where everything is out of sync with time, timeless, atemporal – something that also seems to characterize the dark and colorless days of december here. Tiring yet beautiful in some odd melancholic existential way.