When I lived my life with empty time and hands full of fuel, I craved to run. I itched for that called bigger. I left myself parked waiting whilst someone new explored the grinding life and self-research. A foreign move to an unknown lifestyle was the highlight of the upcoming years. The work was hard to disconnect, as hidden memories were always waiting. Within time, that search turned into a wish for my return. New work became a rework of my two selves - one so old, and one, oh so new.

This life at home started early after the end of 2022. I grow and thrive in the same paths of the mundane, and I wish you saw that in the drape. The interpretation of my known gone time is collaged within research of photographs of older times as well as folk tales of the past. This beauty that is only known to me is built in print, in threads, and burning wish to show. It all exceeds in 50 squares of meters, in a building that used to teach.

Where the color grey is considered in connection with despair I find my story in between gaps of people, as I welcome visions from those who help me walk my way. Away from the noise of competition and the life of broken rhythm, I find my piece within creations next to others, all encircled, all connected.

                                                                        

                                                                           Utena, Lithuania

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