The Kingdom 'Dangaus Karalyste'

Transparent Skin

Shedding of the old skin allows for the new one to grow old. Snake moulting is a metaphor of renewal, which has led to the snake being a symbol of healing and medicine. Snakes shed their skin periodically throughout their lives. Without knowing we do it as well. My piece is a metaphor for the molting of my own skin occurring under the veil of silence where loneliness and fragility meet. It is about the change that shedding of the old implies. It is about taking away, pealing, ripping, and then assembling. I have chosen to work with lemon and tangerine skins, ripping each slice out of its pulp and sowing all the peaces into a transparent skin. The piece is made out of organic materials emphasizing ephemeral nature of life; of coming and going, of age and renewal. 

Nostalgia for Intimacy

Performance playing Lithuanian tango

In my art-work I have been pursuing ideas that are meant to capture a moment and to hold onto it. Eventually finding that I no longer want to hold onto the ephemeral, but rather become an instrument of expression creating living art in the moment. In this work I play with memories and speak about the longing of experiencing another person’s closeness. I talk about the perfect unity that once in a while we are able to create with one another, but that eventually ruptures. To express these feelings of nostalgia and longing for this bond, I play an old tune of Lithuanian tango. Since I feel that tango is the dance that captures the sense of complexity in creating a moment of perfect intimacy with a stranger that eventually has to break and sometimes might break many times during the dance. This moment of perfect accord between the two people creates a bubble or an intimate universe, which is born out of desire to re-experience a sense of perfect flow reminding of an early unity between the mother and her child.

The Flowers of Dawn

The fleeting realm of scent leaves no traces in time. Dew evaporates in the meeting of the morning sun. And just as parfume is distilled from flowers in the moment of them dying, the morning dew is distilled from the wet soil beneath in the ending of the night. Parfume captures the scent of flowers in the moment of their alluring temptation to make love with the wind. It begs for love and desire evaporating just as passion of youth leaving its traces soaked onto clothes mixed with the odors of the aging body. Parfume reveals the essence of the flower that is no longer in existence, just as captured dew holds onto the sunrise that has already passed. By collecting morning dew in to the bottles of parfume, I attempt to create an illusion of time that holds onto the ephemeral freshness of the morning scent taking us into the secrets of the night while fleeting in the moment of its capture. 

I collected the morning dew next to an abandoned mansion called La Miralda, in the moment of dawn - breaking the secrets of time being guarded by the night.

La Miralda, here I found the morning dew...

Morning dew in a parfume bottle

TV interview about the project (in Spanish)

The Fallen Clouds

I have always wanted to catch the clouds, to hold onto their softness and shape for a second longer than they have ever allowed me to, disappearing in a moment that I have captured them.

Is it possible to catch something that is as ephemeral as a cloud? I caught some clouds during the rainy days in Barcelona. But again holding onto them in this shape only for a little while until they evaporated again.