Armi Utriainen


A photographer, conseptual artist, video artist, writer, pocket collector, investigator and student

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To those who couldn't grow their hair

As I think about preparation, I think about how unfair it can be. I think about people who can't prepare mentally or physically. People who don't have time for themselves. Those who are preparing for death. 

I think about the children in Palestine who can't prepare for adulthood. I think about babies who never learn to wash themselves. I think about those whose hair can't grow. 

Taking care of oneself is strange. As children, we don't know how to wash our hair, so someone else does it for us. For a while, we can do it ourselves, but then when we are old, we need help again. When we can wash our hair ourselves, it feels nice if someone else does it for us. Maybe it reminds us of childhood. 

I think about my sister's long hair. She just turned 18. And I think again about those who will never reach that age. I wanted to wash my sister's hair and focus on the simple privileges of everyday life. My privilege of having a sister, water, and everyday life.