These works, based on the Finnish epic poem, the Kalevala, was made in 2009 during a residency at Saari Mansion AIR near Turku in Finland. (more available on my blog jeannehoffman.blogspot.com)

"What would happen if I went to stay in the Finnish countryside and take only a crochet needle, circular knitting needles, a blue marker, paper and one chisel?
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I draw, walk, knit. I eat lingonberries and smoked salmon with hard dark rye bread that excercises the jaw muscles. Make sauna; draw; crochet. I learn to use kiitos, hyvaa and no nii in every conversation. I practice counting and naming the days of the week in Finnish. It becomes a mantra. Maanantai, Lauantai, Keskivikko... and so the weeks pass. I read the Kalevala because it is the annerversary of this epic creation myth. I use what is as hand - the language, the myths from the Kalevala, and wood from the sauna´s store room. It is birch. It smells wonderful when I cut into it. I draw every day, with the blue marker and the chisel. The drawn lines become a narrative. The drawings become a stages - they enact moments from my time here."

(Extract from studio diary)

 

Marjatta
Birch, gold leaf, paint, marker, pencil. 2009.

This piece (like most of the other experiments I did at Saari Mansion AIR) is loosely based on references to the Finnish creation epic, the Kalevala. In canto 50 Marjatta falls pregnant after eating a lingonberry.(Marja is Finnish for 'berry'). The piece is made from a log from in the wood shed of the sauna house.

 

Ilmarinen's wife
Korvapuusti dough (traditional Finnish pastry), paint, permanent marker, embroidery cotton, goldleaf, natural wood resin. 2009.

In  the Kalevala, Ilmarinen  makes himself a wife out of silver and gold; then discards her because she is too cold.

 

 

Black bird_1

Pine, tar, goldleaf. 2009.

Black bird_2

Pine, tar, goldleaf. 2009.

"There is a dead bird lying outside next to the door of the barn. There was another dead bird at the entrance to the apartments this morning. Both are lying on their backs. Yesterday a bird flew into the windscreen of the bus"  (extract from studio diary)

 

 

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