Story: I grew up in Tampere, a mid-sized town in southern Finland. A typical post-industrial town where it’s common to come across an old factory. For a young kid living life to the fullest it is a place of adventure and excitement comparable with forest in its mystical ambient. As I got older I started to imagine the years of working in those factories like one can imagine the years of two trees growing together. The world keeps moving while you sway away day after day.

In the industrial scenery the much disputed graffiti emerges in a beautiful way. The old machines, offices with the files left into the cabinets after the bankruptcy, shoes of the vagabond in a light filtering through the dirty windows create an impressive installation with a lot of room for imagination. The ceilings are high and the walls have alluring textures and volumes. To add colour and form to these forgotten spaces is my graffiti.

TAKI183 carries the name of the first documented pioneer of the writing-your-name-graffiti. During the last 30 years it has undisputedly been the most seen form of art in a global scale. I’m happy of how we have advanced in the relations of the people who have completely opposite insight into it. Graffiti is not a challenge holding us back from having happier and healthier societies.

Material: Axular, a man with portable sawmill has an access to some of the more special logs of Basque country. Sure enough, on his piece of hillside in Morga, Bizkaia, was laying the steady trunk of wild cherry. The dynamic grain blows a highway of movement through and across all the levels of the S-shaped structure. The translucent colours, applied straightforwardly with a brush and a cloth, are sneaking into this abandoned factory. The details varying from raw ripped wood to sharp holes open yet another window to the composition. As the viewpoint is changing the curves drop to their places one after another.

TUOMAS KUURE / ART FURNITURE COLLECTION / WOODWORK

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