Like Hamlet. 2012-now.
The Crows. 2011-now.
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.” Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849). The Raven. 1845.
This Sunday is the first picture in the series.
About Them. 2007-now.
It’s Summer. 2014-now.
Auto-Reconstructions / The Beauties of Šančiai. 2000-2004.
Early Works. 1989-1994.
This work I painted on the shore of a lake in the Utena District. I was painting outside, in the countryside, on the North side; there was the most beautiful light, but the colour had to be lifted up, tuned. Light is very important for this kind of painting, for the brightness at the daytime when you see everything perfectly. As to it reminding of something, I see no problem. Finally, we studied together, we can remind of each other in some ways and different in other ways. If the works by us who studied and painted together at that time were to be placed next to each other, many would notice shared tendencies, similarities.
That day (August 19, 1991) got stuck in my memory, when we got to know about the State Coup in Moscow, that the military takeover was taking place, that it became unclear, which turn our life would take. I was in the countryside, I was painting. My R.I.P. aunt, on whose farm I was staying, was asking: “What should we do? Will we have to harvest potatoes or won’t we?” We were trying to calm her down by saying that the Soviets will come and harvest the potatoes themselves, if they come at all. The aunt was worried, told me not to let my husband Arvydas go to Vilnius. How I could have banned him from going if there were the Lithuanian self-defense squads formed… It was a very beautiful August, a warm evening, and that landscape was with me since my childhood. So I am painting, and my uncle is coming home with a scythe on his shoulder. And I painted everything exactly as it was.