7.1.2002 everything feels grey, rigid and fuzzy taking turns. art school has been a strain. did i really think that i could find the essence of art in a school? i guess i did. i was so sure that art school would make me an artist in a way that would matter [when i always knew it inside] Suffocating orange skies Oil on canvas, 2002 Tukehduttava oranssi taivas Öljy kankaalle, 2002 Kvävande orange himmel Olja på duk, 2002