Blind Pew pressed something into the captain’s hand. It dropped. “It’s the black spot!” cried Bill, paling, his pipe falling.

Treasure Island, Part One, Chapter 3: The Black Spot

 

Nay fret yerself, young bucko! Mustapiste (Black Spot) isn’t a curse here —

It’s your ticket to fresh insights of experimental art happening in Helsinki, Finland.

You’ll receive:

• Occasional signals when new posts go live
• A monthly newsletter with recent updates to the Mustapiste Archive
• A quarterly newsletter with themed articles
• Invitation to future gatherings