Gray – Kirsi Jaakkola

An ordinary day. Washing dishes, searching for things, reading the daily newspaper, doing laundry, cooking, news, hugs, caring for others, sleeping, and lounging. At home. All in peace. Simple and ordinary. In between, there’s work, practice, friends, smiles, worries, tears, passion, watching TV, vacuuming, and declarations of love. Whatever comes. Mundane and gray. And somehow, at the same time, so desirable.

I like the inconspicuousness and humility of gray. When painting, it adapts, but it doesn’t make it easy. By concealing all the colorful potential within itself, it simultaneously gives space for its surroundings to shine in contrast, yet it is also sensitive to all surrounding changes and influences. The mystery of gray fascinates me. To me, gray doesn’t necessarily mean gray to anyone else.

I consciously combine ordinariness and grayness. For me, they hold something both glorious and worth cherishing. However, my intention is not to glorify the everyday, as it is often unbearably difficult and, in many ways, insurmountable for many. The everyday, like gray, is unique to everyone. To me, it is like painting, breathing. The necessity of staying sane.

This text was created with AI assistance