I’m scanning all night long fast food and prostitution for my Encyclopedia (that will be shown in November at Golden in Chicago). My wife says it’s disgusting, repulsive and gaudy. I reply that I don’t want to compose a pleasing, cute and tasteful Encyclopedia because the world is not like that. And I try give a realistic image of the existing state of affairs.

All the encyclopedias, from the Britanica to mine, are limited, narrow and subjective. Most of the traditional encyclopedias begin with the Finnish Architect Alvar Aalto.  Mine goes like this:

2X1, 24/7, 60% Discount, 100 times, All American Escorts, Anpanman, Baby Star, Bachi Bachi, Baseball Cream, BBQ Girl, Beijing Schoolgirl, Bollycao, Bubbly Blonde, Chili Dog Diet, Conguito, Cowboy Cow,  Cup Noodles, Dancing Bear, Domination, Döner kebab, Dunkaroos, Eden, Fritos Ketchup, Frosties Jedi...

In July 2002, I went with Rivane to a group show opening at Stephen Friedman Gallery. I had graduated one month before and I had a kick start for my career at a residency hosted by Camden Arts Centre. In the opening, there was friendly middle aged man who said that he was a Belgian gallerist. I was sure that he just wanted to sleep with me when he said that he wanted to go to my studio to see my work.

I was wrong, Bert really came next morning 9am to Delfina Studios and I showed him my drawings. He said that it was very close to be the best work he had ever seen and signed me immediately for Transit, the gallery he runs with his partner Dirk. I went to meet them in Mechelen in September, had my first real solo show at the gallery in early 2003, later that year  I moved for few months to live in Belgium and I became almost like a son for them.

Now it’s all over. Today, I said to Bert that I don’t want to work anymore with the gallery. I think it wasn't surprise because our marriage had been cold as ice for a longer period. He didn’t want to schedule my next show in the gallery, he didn't take my work to any art fair. and I barely got anymore replies to my e-mails. I was clearly relegated to the second division of the gallery artists. Now I tried to play my cards well threatening that if I don’t get upgraded, I leave the gallery. It didn't work out. I lost a gallerist and maybe one of my best friends, too.

Two weeks ago Katja and Jani ate my drawing Teens from Tokyo but it was today when the action appeared in a newspaper. Katja and Jani are celebrity artists in Finland and I think they do whatever to be in the headlines. Even though they are fame addicted, they both have an enormous quality as artists.

The weekly supplement of the leading Finnish newspaper Helsingin Sanomat had asked Katja to invite another celebrity for a dinner at her place. Katja invited Jani, who is my best friend, and served him the drawing (she bought it last year) with strawberries and champagne. The journalist phoned me and asked my opinion. I pretended to be surprised and angry, though Katja had informed me, and I said that my revenge is to buy their next entire shows and eat them with tomato ketchup

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Some people speak about the end of the capitalism. I wish it was true but it sounds bullshit. My first  innocent thought was that the brokers and economists don’t understand more about the economy than I do (almost nothing) but I believe that this is a perfectly planned conspiracy of the companies and the governments of the Free World. They want people to be afraid of the unemployment and the fall of the standard of living. Scared people are easier to control and they accept any laws limiting the freedom.

Personally, I don’t care if money escapes from the stock market to the art market - this is what some analysts say. I sell almost nothing in the years of fat cows and the same almost nothing in the years of lean cows. And Damien Hirst's cows in formaldehyde sell every year. Undoubtedly, the crises and catastrophes are excellent material for my work. I couldn’t do art in a happy world.