Today, I went to Madrid to take my Captain Genocide's Mixed Bomb painting to the an art competition organized by a savings bank. Sadly, in Spain it seems to be the only way to the fame. I felt stupid but had to try, I want to be a Spanish artist, or at least an artist in Spain.

The highlight of the day was the lunch at the Chinese restaurant in the tunnel of the Plaza de España parking. It's just like any bar in Mong Kok, and the most of the clients are Chinese.

I've always asked myself do the Chinese and the Japanese look different. Both my Chinese and Japanese friends say - offended - that they can see it easily. In the restaurant, there was an Asian lady and the waitress gave her a menu written in Chinese (by the way, much longer than the one I got in Spanish). The lady said in Spanish that she is Japanese and can't read Chinese.

My next solo show is in the Finnish Cultural Institute in Stockholm in January. I have proposed the title "I Wouldn't Like to Hate Sweden But I Don't Dare to Hate Russia".

Before being a Russian colony, Finland was Sweden's property for 500 years. They brought us Christianism, king, taxes and other progressive things that we didn't undertsand to need. I hope that the title is not too provocative for the Finnish Insititute which is run by the government and is aimed to give a nice image of the country. Anyways, if they wanted to avoid provocation and conflicts, they wouldn't invite me.

The summer is over and I'm back in the studio: Planning the strategy of my conquest of Sweden, continuing the series of big paintings and doing something black for a heavy metal Christmas show curated by Timo.

My beloved great-aunt passed away some time ago. Her will was to give me her little painting collection.

The artistically mediocre paintings are in Finland and I should ship them to Spain. Frankly, I’d never have any of them on my wall. The dilemma is that should I consider them artworks or just symbols of my great-aunt's love.

Last week, I was at Jani’s studio in Helsinki and a reporter from a newspaper was interviewing him about his Art Tuning project. Jani’s idea is that people have paintings – inherited many times – that they don’t like but neither want to throw away. Then I said that it’s exactly my case.

Now I got a bit ironic e-mail from my aunt – who takes care of my great-aunt's testament of - saying that I could have told this directly and not in a mass medium - my unfortunate comment was published in the newspaper last Sunday. My aunt is right. I just didn’t know that I was giving an interview. I must learn to be more careful with press. Anything I say can be used against me.

I'm reading Steve Sem-Sandberg's fantastic collage book Theres about Ulrike Meinhof. When I was teenager, I had her photo on the wall and I wanted to an urban guerilla like her.

Now I do something very different and I don’t believe that art can change the world. Sometimes I say that my target is to sell my stuff to rich powerfull people, who buy political art for credibility, and influence their dinner guests. But someteimes I think that it’s kind of fun to live in this supercapitalist dystopia - I admit that it has seduced me. I couldn’t do art in a happy world. “Imagine all the people are living life in peace” and even Hello Kitty would have a mouth and a vote. Utopia wouldn't need neither terrorists – so what could I do there? Could I be unmeployed?

Every year, we come to Finland for the summer holiday but next year I'd like to go to Thailand. It has a lively prostitution scene - one of my main interests professionally - but also an amazing mix of cute and macho. The Bangkok Police has come up with a new way of punishing officers who break the rules - a large pink armband which has a Hello Kitty motif with two hearts embroidered on it. Officers who are late, park in the wrong place or commit other minor transgressions have to wear it for several days what is supposed to make them feel guilt and shame. I can't imagine this kind of punishment in Europe where cuteness is reserved exclusively for young girls and neither in Japan, which is the mecca of Cuteness. There even a tough police officer can proudly carry a Hello Kitty cell phone or Minnie Mouse revolver. Hello Kitty's image has been printed in almost every possible product in the world, now including police officers. What is next? Hello Kitty nuclear reactor? Hello Kitty mustard gas? Hello Kitty concentration camps?