Clarisse of Arabia – teaching the children (Helsinki, Finland)

By Ian Cochrane, January 19, 2014

Helsinki Station

Helsinki Station

Outside the station I squint in late summer sun, a grand entrance clad in grey Finnish granite and guarded by lamp-holding titans: stern-faced stone men far too serious to be the animated rap stars of railway advertising campaigns. At their feet, there’s a kid busker with peaked cap and grandmother’s clarinet.

With a population of 5-million, I’m in an often forgotten land of modern innovation, Nokia and the birthplace of the mobile phone. Welcome to Helsinki, late 2012: home to global business powerhouses Kone, Iitala, Marimekko and Fiskars, and this year’s World Design Capital.

After dinner I relax at the hotel, the talkative barman curious. “You are visiting Arabia?” He talks up the merits of good design and working hard. I see the irony of a small country, successful in a competitive world; where kids start compulsory education a year later than most in the Western world and are not academically measured for the first 6yrs of schooling.

When offering some credit to the government, I’m greeted with a narrow-lipped smile and reminded where I am. “You are at this moment in Finland, and the power here, it is in the will of ordinary people.” I’m suitably rebuked. “Government should not be relied upon for such innovation.” He pours me another beer. “For example, here it is our Society for Crafts and Design that is founded way back in 1875…..by ordinary people.”

Helsinki City skyline

Helsinki City skyline

In the cool of morning I wrap a scarf around my neck, passing  joggers and cafes loaded with coffee-drinking, sociable, sun-loving Finns, and busy, pale-skinned girls in sensible shoes. I step aside as a cyclist in civvies and no helmet explodes from a crooked cobblestone laneway. Others weave between cars, buses, and concertina trams; the green and gold reminiscent of my Melbourne home. I’ve been told to take the No8 from Apollonkatu across city, and then north to meet Clarisse at Arabia.

Helsinki in the sun - World Design Capital 2012

Helsinki in the sun – World Design Capital 2012

The tram hums, steel wheels on shining rails, the carriage empty but for two gangly teenagers up front, each absorbed with mobile phones, blue jean legs splayed across the aisle; backpacks piled on seats of the plushest red. Avenues are wide, the traffic and people thinning. There’s a roundabout, a rocky knoll of a park, patchy grass and chipbark, trees exploding green.

Fleeting tram stops are raised islands, a one-way road either side. A central median strip has tall power pylons; steel tower skeletons that flicker, crossings come and go. Kids’ playgrounds sit on odd-shaped corners – deserted now – past patrons at schools and kindergartens, toys stranded on forlorn fields: Lilliput dolls’ houses scattered about, trucks and tractors in ragtag Nordic wagon trains. Neighbourhood apartments are austere, blockish, but Finnish and functional in colours brown, grey or cream.

Southern flashbacks, northern climes - Helsinki

Southern flashbacks, northern climes – Helsinki

It’s 20min before I get there – where Helsinki was founded in 1550 – the tram in an arc, grinding to a stop on a grand stone plaza.

At a set of glass doors I turn and look past the tram, across the plaza to wide concrete steps rising to a paved patio over a hidden underground carpark. I’m standing in the shadow of a tall rectangular glass building; an adjacent brick tower with large letters rising vertically upwards: `ARABIA’. I’m in the right place afterall. Glass doors open behind me and I turn to meet Clarisse.

Welcome to Arabia

Welcome to Arabia

“Ah yes, of course; the name.” Clarisse chuckles. “As with most things Finnish, there is a simple answer.” She waves an arm from left to right. “This was once the site of the old industrial area, from back in 1873: the biggest ceramics factory in all of Europe.” Clarisse gazes across the plaza. The tram heads back to the city. “It was thought to be so far from the modern centre that they called it `Arabia’.”

Through the glass doors Clarisse peers about. “But now, as you see, this is a factory no longer. Today we have houses of design, the home of the famous Marimekko of course. There is a library and departments of learning: Applied Sciences, Arts, Design and Music.”

We sit at a small square table with sparing lines. Clarisse looks down at a short black espresso and tilts her head. “And yes of course, we have restaurants, and good coffee.” Students roam in loose groups, mixes of male and female. They’re talking English, one with a Rasta hat, over-sized, floppy and lopsided; another a tie-dye scarf tossed over one shoulder and almost to the ground. A girl has a laptop tucked under one arm and tugs at the sleeve of a cashmere sweater while balancing a mobile between shoulder and neck. I could be in Melbourne, London or San Francisco.

Stairs, clouds and sculptures - Arabia, Helsinki

Stairs, clouds and sculptures – Arabia, Helsinki

Away from the Design Houses, we walk well-tended lawns, by pocket plots of fruit and vegetables. There’s a lake, a bicycle path and a gaggle of Toulouse geese. Sculptures and murals sit on corners and walls. Clarisse looks puzzled. “Yes…..but of course there is art here; a world is nothing without art. And art must be in each place of living. The developers here, they must always spend something on art pieces. And this is why we see art in the streets and the courtyards; murals on the buildings.” I’m taken aback by the scale of the project. Clarisse smiles and tosses her head. “Yes, yes; I know what you are thinking. It is all so new, a large area, and yet these days so close to the city.” I nod. “Well, yes, there have been great changes here. Before 2000, this place was better known for its homeless.”

Modern playtime - Arabia, Helsinki

Modern playtime – Arabia, Helsinki

Waiting for the tram, I’m still pondering the up-beat `Western’ manner of these Finns. Joggers in the streets? Definitely not something common over the Russian border from where I’ve just come. “You think so?” Clarisse’s face is beaming, her clearly impressed, before screwing up her eyes in concentration. “But we Finns must also live in the real world. Our winters too, are long.”

“So mostly, we cope with the short days…..and the depression….. it can be too much for some.” Clarisse’s chatter is matter-of-fact. “All that sparkles, it is not silver here, and you will see the weekend Tallinn ferry mostly full, with partying Finns Hell-bent on cheap alcohol and self-destruction.”

Clarisse falls quiet for a moment. “Sometimes there can be emptiness.” She shakes her head. “Hard working? Yes, I suppose it is true. But of something I am very sure: it must not be only about the work. We must allow children the time to be children; and we must surely teach all children music and art for a happy life.”

12 Comments

  1. Clarisse’s observation about work not being everything and allowing children to be children, and the Finns’ “power to the people” approach to government are precisely the kinds of common sense that the US is lacking. I wasn’t aware that they didn’t start compulsory education until kids were six. I think that’s a wonderful idea. I have friends here whose babies have just turned one who are already signing them up for preschool! It’s crazy, IMO. Enjoyed your wonderful descriptions as always; I feel I’ve traveled the world through your vignettes.

    • IanC says:

      Very happy you enjoyed that one Kris.

      As it happens, I hated school with a passion: struggling through to 12th grade with very average marks. Could have happily bailed out @ any stage if I had the slightest clue what else to do @ that mixed-up time.

      Although every child deserves the right to an education, maybe `we’ in the modern world push a little too hard in some cases – square pegs in round holes?
      Cheers, ic

  2. jerseylil says:

    Ian, wonderful post! Finland is rather different than I had imagined. That the power there is “in the will of ordinary people,” seemed a point of pride that the barman was emphasizing. I like that! Very interesting to know about Arabia, Helsinki, and how it got its name. Love Clarisse’s comment that, “a world is nothing without art,” and how art is everywhere in the streets, courtyards, murals on buildings.

    Finland seems to be an upbeat and progressive little country albeit those long, cold winters. There was a wistful reality to Clarisse’s remarks about emptiness. What she said about teaching “children music and art for a happy life,” is something I totally agree with. If I ever get to Finland, I’d surely want to travel in the summer!

    • IanC says:

      Thanks JL. I do feel very comfortable there, although a previous visit was in early spring – & VERY, VERY cold.
      So glad you enjoyed the post.
      Cheers, ic

  3. Big D says:

    Finland in Summer. I’m still struggling to get that mental image in my head.
    Great piece as always, Ian.
    And maybe the UK ought to send somebody over to take notes from Finland’s schools. It seems to be working out for them.

    • IanC says:

      Yeah BigD, their take on education is definitely not what I was raised on. I suspect your experience may have been similar.

      I know there are a number of countries watching Finland on this one.
      Cheers & thanks, ic

  4. umashankar says:

    Ian, time changes pace once I start reading your pieces. It’s amazing how you advance bit by bit, stopping by to gaze at granite statues, grassy neighbourhoods, shiny rails on which trams wheel about, toys scattered about, clothing of people and their gestures and speeches, a tree here or a bench there, discreetly slipping in bits of history. That was a timeless sketch of Arabia. And I agree: Art must be in each place of living.

    • IanC says:

      Ah yes: time.
      I do find `timing’ fascinating…..a combination of good & bad fortune, & observing what we can.
      Thank you Uma!
      Cheers, ic

  5. dale cooper says:

    Hi Ian. I enjoyed this piece, your writing really takes me with you on your travels. I’ve been to Scandinavia, but never made it to Finland. This post gave me a taste of the country in your usual thoughtful style,Thanks.

    • IanC says:

      Yes, an interesting part of the world Dale, with Helsinki the more `homely’ I think. A sophisticated, but warm country town of a place.
      I’m so glad you liked the piece.
      Cheers, ic

  6. Ian, reading your words I’m always reminded of Nabokov’s aesthetic injunction: “Caress the divine detail.” You do it so well. I’m all in favor of Clarisse’s worldview. All work and no play makes the world an awful dreary place.

    • IanC says:

      I’m not surprised you share that view NP. Maybe the world would be a better place without the `ambition @ any cost’ philosophy. The middle road?
      Thanks so much.
      Cheers, ic

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