In Finnish there is a word syli to describe a place in the body where you can hold someone or sometimes something. It is a kind of combination of arms and lap.

We have all born into someones syli.
We have been held and have hold others.
Even if this part of the body is always with us like a head, hands, back and belly button we may not see syli when looking into a mirror. Syli is something else, something more than just a bodypart.
In childhood we are one with syli. With time we grow apart. What is left in us from this first experience of being held? How is my own syli growing as part of me? Experiences and feelings are forming our syli.

It's all about Syli

Today finally meeting the empty studio. How come it is so scary to enter it when there is a goal to make something? Is it that head and mind is somehow full of secret wishes and expectations of what should be and these are not concrete words, sentences, happenings or movements that could be worked with. It is just slight pressure hanging around somewhere. I wonder if there is any other situation in my life where I would face this kind of stress. Just now I can think only going to have some kind of medical treatment that I know is good for me but of witch I have no control over. Sounds bit funny to think that making my work, creating something, being an artist would be row of surgeries. Things that dig into me. A thing that change something that I think and believe is necessarity and finaly does good , but one never knows how the result will turn out.  

This new treatment is about syli. I hope to dig into it sofly and with respect. Now we have two weeks treatment period. We do our work and see in two weeks in what condition the patient is. It is hard to make a prognosis before nothing is done. It is just quessing and statistics, we need to dig in and see before anything sure can be said.