University of Lapland, A-wing, Faculty of Social Sciences, Department of Social Work, Break room,14.8.2019: It is obvious, right under our noses, / behind a clear glass, remaining invisible. / Houseplants and parks, our mundane frame. / Midsole is in the middle of these two worlds.
On a gravel roof, at the base of a concrete trough spreads a meandering green, almost as the hummocks of Manchuria.
To see a world in a grain of sand, / And a heaven in a wild flower, / - William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
The roof is patched by a community of moss and lichen. The tender cladonia fimbriata is reaching the highest of them all. // Jäkälä nosti pikarinsa hauraan, / ja sade täytti sen, ja pisarassa / kimalsi taivas tuulta pidättäen. / - Helvi Juvonen, Pikarijäkälä //
In this world, the man’s boot is heavy, and the maintenance moves the gravel. This roof was not meant to be green. The chalice fills and falls. // Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, / And eternity in an hour. / - William Blake, Auguries of Innocence //
Life will find a way, on surfaces kept unoccupied, into islands and ruddy red. It digs into hardest of metals and leaves a track. // ”Jäkälä nosti pikarinsa hauraan: / Nyt malja elämämme rikkaudelle." / - Helvi Juvonen, Pikarijäkälä //