Reliefs – Toni Iskulehto

Under the winter, I played with blocks as if in a madhouse.
I made one block out of glass, another out of tape.
I painted over them with my will and hope.

I mumbled earthly things as always.
I think I got the blocks in place.
Look at them now—am I anything other than what I am?

Some madman called me a cross-bearer.
Why the hell should I carry my cross?
Let God carry whatever He wants.

This text was created with AI assistance

Information

Artist: Toni Iskulehto
18.05.2002 – 04.06.2002
Room: Poriginal galleria, Eteläranta 6, Pori