Dark Surrealists United

I have some great news to share with you all!  I am currently building a platform for some of the most talented dark surrealists in the world called DARK SURREALISTS UNITED!
I’ve had many dreams in my life – and one of them is the dream of being a writer / journalist and it’s time to catch this dream now – so I am creating a site that will feature interesting interviews with some of your favorite artists and creators of dark and surreal art! At the moment I am juggling interview work with 9 different artists (Nihil, Nathalia Suellen, Jim Kazanjian, Aeron Alfrey, Richard Hoefle etc) This might take a while to finish up, but you have all something really great to look forward to! I believe we all need a break from the reality of real life and just have some fun and enjoy some amazing art! So – stay tuned…
(Logo design by me and art by Richard Hoefle)

NEW! “Red Story No. 2”

“Red Story No. 2” by Mia Makila, 2019 (digital collage). Available.

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This piece was difficult to make. It is a real memory from my life. A moment that repeated itself over and over again throughout my relationship with an abusive man. I loved that man. Or I thought I loved him. I thought he loved me. But at times, he told me he wanted to kill me. During a few seconds while physically abusing me. he even tried to kill me:

Most of the times he is just threatening my life in various ways. Sometimes with his hands. Sometimes he has a knife. Or boiling water. I am on the floor. He is on top of me. I have his spit in my face. His hungry saliva all over me. His hands around my neck. We are both sweaty. I am screaming. He is yelling, calling me things, telling me that I am a sinner, I am the devil, a prostitute. Worthless. I am fighting for my life but at the same time – I am not here. I disappear. I dissociate. At times I am shielding  my body with a painting of birch trees that hangs on our wall. When he is trying to strangle me, I pretend to get unconscious to make him stop. My strategy is successful. The grip of his hands around my neck relaxes, he whispers: “Mia? Mia?….Mia?” Since I am holding my breath, I suddenly grasp for air and he starts to cry: “I am such a monster… I’m sorry. I’m sorry”. My job now is to make him feel better. “No, you are wonderful, I love you so much, you are not a monster” I tell him and start to comfort him with my body. Nobody knows what he is doing to me. Nobody is comforting me, not even myself.

NEW! “The Tragic Death Of Observation Cat”

“The Tragic Death Of Observation Cat” by Mia Makila, 2019. Digital ultrachrome print on cotton archival paper. Edition of 5. Available.

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Earlier this year I found an abandoned piece from 2012 of a very angry observation cat (appropriately based on a recurring nightmare where I feel forced to pet a cat which I forgot I had so it hasn’t been fed or nurtured for years – and it is dusty and starving and the fur is covered with eyeballs).