R: I'd take them to our place to have some herkkutattirisotto (porcini risotto), and for dessert squeaky cheese drenched in cream coffee with cloudberries. 

M: Herkkutattirisotto is a substance that soothes the blisters of the spirit, and binds the hearts of the partakers. 

Sauna Karaoke Singer: And who of you will cook it? 

R + M: We paint together, like jazz musicians, like swans. 

A Poet rolling tobacco happened to be lurking around: And what do you really want to get out of painting, if I may ask?

M: Well, many things it seems, not all of them so wholesome or noble. But the deeper you look into them, the more they appear all incidental. When I am there painting in the studio, I see I paint with no other motivation than making a decent painting. The rest is for the birds. 

R: I paint for the painting to have a chance to exist. Oh, how poor humankind would be without painting! One day, long time ago, when I was having a shower, I discovered that painting is consubstantial with whatever Love there is in me. 

Harlequin looks directly into the painters’ eyes: How far are you prepared to go in Painting? 

R + M: Well, as far as freedom takes us. 

Wooden man: Ha! And what does freedom mean to you? 

R + M: Freedom means having no choice. 

(Silence) 

Cosmic fool: What about that Mystery thingy you mention in the intro text at the entrance? 

Table pot: Haha! That’s a lofty word! 


R or M: Just this. The Mystery is inhabited, enjoyed. A wellspring of painting. Skolt Sámi: Just like growing orchids or the game of cricket?

Munch: In any case, as we know, all universal laws work for everything, except for painting. 

Sirtaki dancer: Listen, Hayao Miyazaki, the Monty Python, Nichole Eisenman, Nick Cave, Maria Callas, F. Nietzsche, Phillip Glass, and Marlene Dumas are in town, in Kittilä. Where would you take them for lunch?


Cosmic fool: Oho, what a Mystery thingy Painting is.
Skolt Sámi: Just like growing orchids. like the game of cricket...
R or M: A Mystery to be inhabited and enjoyed!