Day Ten: The Studio, Kirpputori, Pyynikki Park, Observation Tower and Cafe

Love can be sharing another’s interests;  cars, chocolate bars, padlocks, playgrounds, planets, milk, cheese, bread, bus tickets, coins, running as fast as you can through a wood, talking about poo, face timing daddy, listening to slaves and going home.


I make nightie, t-shirt, bread, string, wooden railway train track mother and son  sculpture thingie. Naoise directs and adds and changes parts of the piece. He is a bit annoyed that I have used the train tack that he was playing with. I explain that it is temporary thing that we can build his train track again or incorporate his train track in the art making.

I made M(other) and Son as a way towards showing Naosie how much I love him. He cannot work out where two hearts have come from…I explain that the lidls bread heart can be split in two. I wonder if this is too sentimental. We are’nt allowed to do sentimental are we? Thats not critical enough? I don’t care. I had some fun with Naoise and I think “she and him” are lovely outsider pioneer artists journeying through…reaching out to play with others.


Naosie spotted a cat, a red squirrel, and a cool car. We both found fun in the Kirpputori. A kirpputori is a large shop where families have unmanned stores selling their unwanted items from home. Essentially its a large flea market. Its a brilliant system and everything is very cheap and treasure is to be found. I could have driven a truck load of beautiful furniture back with me to Todmorden. Naoise found a wooden cup from lapland. I found a 1973 tea towel and some weird postcards of lapland.

We stayed at the kirpputori until the strip lights went out. We were the last lookers and buyers. Marvelling at all the weird stuff, amateur paintings of houses in the summer and snow, plastic fantastic, embroidery, lace, cars, a dentists chair, pianos, magazines, books…….


After the kirpputori Naoise wanted to go home so he sat on a fence and was stubborn for a while. I telephoned Naoise dad who was on his way to buy a strimmer to sort out our rather neglected allotment. Naoise would not listen to his dad. I wanted us to go and have a walk in the forest, go up the tower and eat delicious doughnuts from the cafe below. You would think that this was a fun treat. I despair. In the end Naoise follows me up the road.

He realises that his lack of energy is because he is hungry. I get out the paper bag of bread. We climb the hill. He munches the bread on the way and seems to become happier with each bite. We enter a very posh neighbourhood. Big big wooden houses with balconies and veranda’s all in butter yellow. The trees ahead of us. It is strange walking into the wood with Naoise eating the bag of bread. We are hansel and gretel. I hope we will not get lost, but that is almost impossible with a smart phone and google maps.

The forest is calm and the light shines through. We see people picking mushrooms, a bare footed man. Naoise says that neanderthal men walked bare foot. Naoise spots a Harley Davidson motorbike and he asks me to come close and smell the fuel. I notice the leather gloves resting near the handles. Naoise runs through the woods as fast as he can, till he is a blur. How fast do you think I can run? He thinks he was going at least 10 miles an hour.

At the tower we take the lift we are too tired and lazy for the up and up spiral staircase. Out of the lift then a steep wooden ladder to the top. Some people are abseiling down the tower. Others being romantic. I think I am the only lone parent. We try to FaceTime Naoise dad but the reception is poor and we have to give in.

In the cafe Naosie orders hot chocolate and doughnut and I order coffee and doughnut. There is so much pleasure to be had in eating a hot spicy doughnut coated in sticky sugar. The sugar sticks to my lips, and I have to lick it off. I revel in each bite. Naoise tries the doughnut but he does not like it so buys a chocolate bar instead.I happily eat Naoise discarded doughnut. Naoise is getting so confident, he will now buy the bus tickets, order food, ask for things he needs.

On the way back through the woods he asks me if I know the word for taxi in Finnish. Its Taksi he says. How quickly he is picking up the language. I wish we were here for longer, especially as we are only just beginning to settle in.


Approaching the house at Takahuhti, Naoise says. I like Takahuhti more than Tampere. I like Takahuhuti because it is peaceful and quiet. There are two homes there is this home, and our home back in Todmorden where his dad and brother are. Soon we will leave the yellow butter wooden house. The womb room where we dream. The room that has no window looking out.

I will miss the patter of children’s feet on the floorboards above, and the trees and trees and trees which protect, suffocate and call out to come play. I will miss it being just M(other) and Son.