My mind was occupied with our sacred Kalevala bear – and the spells and sagas of his birth – and the the massive, powerful lion, the symbol of Finland, as presented in our coat of arms.
The bear, who roamed from the eastern countries, to end up as our national animal. The lion, walking majestically along the western king’s highways. They both blended into Finnish forest very naturally.
My paintbrush was dancing on the canvas; the symphony of colors was conceived, as from the composer’s pen. You can hear the echoes of the dance halls of the bright and clear summer nights, you can hear the chirp of the blackbird, sitting on the branch next to you. The Maiden of Finland walking along the path, sitting on the rock, ready to meet the Bear and the Lion.
I wanted strenght, mythology, a powerful message. The questions were piling up, as the paintbrush was stroking myriac colors on the canvas, layer after layer. I was in a trance.
The Maiden’s eyes are full of demands, defiance and perseverence. I am Finland; full of losses, pain and longing. Yet, I remain calm, tender, even frolicsome. My history has made me strong, powerful and independent. In my eyes you can see the waves of our thousands of lake; the clarity of the blue skies, reaching up, as far as the eye can see.
My hand holds the mark of strength; the rebirth. I am ready to renew myself; to raise to a different level, to take new steps.
What will the Bear and the Lion do?