Two bombs, probably set by Islamist armed groups, killed tens of people this morning in Damascus. The Western media calls them "terrorist attacks" with quotation marks. When the Islamists hit New York, London or Madrid, the acts of violence are called terrorist attacks without quotes. This is a perfect example of orientalism showing that from the Western point of view Middle Eastern people, Arabs and Syrians are just so-called "human beings".

The orientalism describes the pervasive Western tradition, both academic and artistic, of prejudiced outsider interpretations of the East, shaped by the attitudes of European imperalism. Arabs in the Western popular culture are portrayed as bombers, billionaires or belly dancers. This is called the three B syndrome. The Arab men are depicted as terrorist or as wealthy oilmen and Arab women are portrayed as sex objects waiting to be freed by Western alpha males.

Arab Street Hookers is an American pornographic website that makes clear the Westerners' attitude.

Searching through an Arab house we came upon a dirty bitch who was in the process of creating a bomb. We had to stop her at all costs so we got her to strip down to see if she was hiding anything else. She wouldn't stop talking so we had to shut her up some how. We shoved a big American cock in her mouth and then we taught this bitch a lesson.

There is nothing better than taking a sheltered Arab bitch and showing her what she's really good for a fuck. We found Fatna causing problems protesting in our neighborhood, we couldn't have that so we got her to sit down so we could talk to her and get her to understand. We got her to get down on her knees and suck a big American cock for the first time, she got the point, and she got it hard.

Salma hates Americans, so the Boss and Mr. Bruno, get an Arab bitch to teach her a lesson. They get her into an apartment, and keep her there till she agrees to fuck Alan, the resident American stud from Alabama. This busty babe gets to sucks and gag on Alan's horse cock. Then her virgin pussy gets violated and she loves it, screaming in delight. Fuck Ala and lets have cock she says in Arabic. After getting creamed, she plays with the cum and swallows. Now she is happy and trained to fuck Americans.

I'm painting in the studio and listening to the radio and strangely all the songs are about painting.

I heard he painted a good piece / I heard he had style / And so I came to see him / And look for a while / And there he was this old man / A stranger to my eyes / I felt all flushed with fever / Embarrassed by the crowd / I felt he found my dreams / And showed each one out now / I prayed that he would finish / But he just kept right on / Strumming my pain with his brushes / Painting my life with his colors / Killing me softly with his painting / Killing me softly with his painting / Showing my whole life with his colors / Killing me softly with his painting.

And then after some payday loan ads:

I can't get / Any rest / People say / I'm obsessed / Every-thing / That's serious last / But to me / There's no surprise / What I have / Fatal last truth / Things go wrong / They always do / Painting drives me crazy / Uh uh /Like nothing else / Uh uh / Painting drives me crazy / And I can't help myself / Uh uh.

I love meatballs. When I'm a successful and filthy rich artist, I'll open a restaurant serving exclusively at least 100 varieties of meatballs from every corner of the world.

In 2003 I drew Meatballs with Chocolate - now it's in the permanent collection of MoMA, New York. Today I'm drawing a Hummer truck equipped with a meatball launcher. It's ammo includes (this is also a sketch for the menu of my future restaurante):

Albóndiga, Almondega, Bakso, Ballekes, Bola-bola, Bitki, Bouletten, Chiftela, Cufta, Faggot, Fasirt, Fleischlaibchen, Frikkadel, Gehaktbal, Gofte, Gondi, Hanbagu, Happy balls, Kafta, Kal-e gonjeshki, Keftes, Kjottkaker, Kofta, Köfte, Kofteh, Königsberger Klopse, Klopsy, Köttbulla, Kufta, Kufteh, Kyufta, Lihapulla, Lion's head, Májgombóc, Mititei, Qofte, Parjoale, Pentol, Polpette, Pulpety, Sixi wanzi, Soutzoukakia, Sossklopse, Thit Vien, Tsukune, Yuvarlak.

Didn't Fidel Castro say something like painting is not a bed of roses - it's a struggle between the future and past?

It would be easy to make things I master - drawings, more conceptual object works and slide shows, my latest mannerism - but I'm once again back in painting, which is both tortuous and torturous to me. I have neither patience nor talent for it. Actually I hate painting though I can't avoid it. As artist I'm free to do whatever I want and I choose time after time to use the most difficult technique loaded with the total weight of the art history. I'm mesmerized by the power of painting.

What worries me, is that no-one else seems to understand the results of my struggle. Last year Korjaamo Galleria exhibited in Helsinki the paintings I did with Judas in Beijing in 2009 but onnly one of the small works was sold. After 2009 I've done 16 new paintings (and now I'm finishing two more) and none of them has been neither exhibited or placed in a collection. Should I get the message and accept that I'm not interesting as a painter - that's what a critic wrote about my first painting show in 2003 - or keep on fighting?

For a long time, I've been strict with the dogma that art should not be about art, artists or the art world and I've been bitterly critical with my friends doing works about the mechanics and problematics of the art world.

Yesterday, a museum director (I can't tell yet neither the name nor the location of the institution), asked me to do a project  with the theme of "the museum institution as a specimen of capitalist deprivation by means of exploitation of artist’s work”. I said it's not my cup of tea and then we began to brainstorm enthusiastically. The good thing in being an artist is that you don't have to respect your own principles. Actually, that's the greatest power tool of an artist.

The museum inaugurates a new building in 2014 and one of the opening shows is MuNA - Museum of No Art that will be built inside the museum. Muna is the Finnish word for egg, male genitals (vulgar), and to have guts. The first step of our project is to launch an international architectural design competition for a shanty museum to contrast the starchitecture of the hosting museum.