Vilniaus gatves

c'mon, J, stop being a sad pudding, show your warface

misery house

mixed media, handmade frame

A piece for an Edits contest.Edits is a temporary exhibition at Central Station, where the designers and illustrators inspired by Amsterdam's museums.

Edits is a temporary exhibition at Central Station, where clause designers take inspiration from the museums of Amsterdam.

I've chosen an Hermitage museum as an inspiration source. i thought it would be interesting for me as its a bit metaphorical:  Hermitage Amsterdam is a branch of the famous Hermitage museum in St.Petersburg, there are exhibitions composed of the rich collection of Hermitage museum. I was borned in St.Petersburg and by my cultural and lingvistic background I can consist myself as Russian, even i lived there only a year and all my life till I turned 18 I lived in Lithuania and have a lithuanian nationality. Hermitage Amsterdam is just as me: a part of different culture in Holland. 

While visiting it i was fascinated by old ortodox iconography, contemporary architecture of the building with lots of space, white color, lights and air. Since 16 to the middle of 20th centuy hermitage Amasterdam used to be a retire house for poor and disabled women. In this painting I wanted to express my bunch of impressions after visiting the museum and its history.

Kids, do not color your bikes at home.even with all the windows and doors open I feel like bein sooo high from this amount of spray paint.

sleeping mode is personal

Reality and dreams mix up and its so hard to separate them from each other. I fall asleep at my working table and wake up on a singing white dune. I wake up in a bus №6 though i closed my eyes on a skyscrapers roof. Like Tarot cards divination my unconcious reflects past and future and no present simple. In fact dreams is nothing more but a reflection of our experience, hopes, aspirations and fears. They exist on dark side of the looking glass while we stay on the other one. Dreams are incorporeal unreal abstraction.But still sometimes waking up I feel last winters bitter aftertaste on lips and sand from these faraway countries I've never been to cracking on my teeth. Maybe all last year revolutions are just a shadow play on a mirrors surface. Maybe I'm still asleep.

insides:explositions

love birds

red light district