I visited Kontula with A Wooden Guy. People looked at it and asked, what it means. It is a question, that fills me with astonishment, always. Then I smile, and seeking friendly, not demeaning tone, say, you tell me. Tell me, what it means. It meant something to me, when I was sculpting it, and it means something to me right now too, but it means something different to you for sure. As support, I’m quoting Ursula K. Le Guin:

”Art isn’t explanation. Art is what an artist does, not what an artist explains.”

And I’m not gonna resist temptation, but keep quoting:

”(Or so it seems to me, which is why I have a problem with the kind of modern museum art that involves reading what the artist says about a work in order to find out why one should look at it or ’how to experience’ it.)”

Ursula K. Le Guin, No Time to Spare (2017)