a32a2c48-e761-4ea6-b52c-0527e654f15d 2

 

 

 

MONOLOGUE

 

What if I create a story and not finish it...? Just like reading a book and not knowing what will happen next. Then, close the book just before the next chapter and let the story continue living in our fantasies.

 

I have always thought that memories fly. Sometimes they 'sit down' in our minds, sometimes they go crazy and fly from one side to another. Some of these memories happened for a moment - they quickly arise and then faded away. Some stay forever.

 

 

 

What's real and what's re-imagined? I can't really answer this question, nor I doubt I ever will. But what I can do -

 

 

 

take some out from my mind and make alive again. Just for a moment.

 

 

 

then there is a question, that appears - Will I perceive it again as I remember or think I remember it, Or transform and make it look as I want?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

POKAINI FOREST

 

The Pokaini Forest is located 80km south-west of Riga, Latvia near the small town Dobele. It is a very special and strange place that many consider to be strong anomalous zone and has long been shrouded in legends and myths. Some people say the place was once an ancient healing centre or an old pagan sanctuary, and it's now frequented by psychics and channelers to boost their energetic charges.

 

There are rocks assembled around 30 hills in a particular sequence and frankly no-one really knows where they came from. Archaeologists who conducted excavations at the site discovered no burials, so the boulders must have been placed for some other unknown reason. People have attributed special powers to the stones.

 

Some historians argue that the stones were removed from the field and brought there by peasants. Others say that stones were needed for the construction of the castle, which had never been built, but there is no evidence for this. There are incredible stories about mysterious hidden objects under the rocks, a gateway to a parallel world as well as reports of sightings of mysterious lights haunting the woods

FRANGIBLENESS

GALVĀ PILNMĒNESS | FULL MOON IN MY HEAD

Look, my friend! These stairs are moving and this roof is changing. It's a dream space ship.

 

I will take your hand and we will go inside the tunnel together. Don’t be afraid, my friend!

 

This is my temple for tonight. My kingdom. These flowers smell like paradise and I want and I will keep them. 

 

|Have you ever made your own castle? As a child? As a teenager? As an adult? Why did you stop? Are you ashamed of your inner child?|

 

The sun shines through my eyelashes and the memory of a bright summer evening energises me. A strong magnet. Viscreal flow. Magic. Being alive.

 

 

Work made in collaboration with Eduards Edžiņš 'The wood House'