NINA MARKKULA

artist

a journey

(with hairy women)

As I took the train every morning, I looked at the dark thin branches of trees with bright winter light shining through. They looked like hair and I began to see hairy women everywhere. Many women in battle or in need of protection. Strange women in fur coats passed me by. Women accused of erupting like volcanoes right next to me. A tale of hairy women was born, and I traveled with them for a while. Now I know, every woman is a hairy woman, there is one in every living room. ... I worked all day and fur was coming out. The next day I realized sleeves of fur coats are not that different from wings ...there were certain issues I needed to tackle. Women forced to shave their hair, to cover up . ';; ; Loudspeakers touting...it's a privilege to have a job, ...