The early spring impressions

jana had a little lamb...

...little lamb...

...little lamb.

Spring brings new tiny life.

Birch sap collection is a habitual thing to do when you're in Latvia in spring.

the spring landscape.

and a fresh coltsfoot tea* with honey to warm me up afterwards.

*coltsfoot tea is a wonderful remedy against cough used since ancient times till nowadays,

but it is contains powerful substances, so do not overdose it, don't give to infants and don't use if pregnant.

happy new year!

I do lists of works to do and summits to attain on a small scraps of paper in the beginning of new years, and I loose those scraps a week later usually.

But I found my last years’ list while cleaning my studio today. And i was amazed to see that all has fulfilled with no pain, with no struggle and peacefully.

This’s been a strange strange year. lots of disclosures and ruminations.

new amazing gateways have opened a short while after a lot of old ones have closed a bit painfully.

Life is magical!

first love kiss

I have two limited editions on my etsy shop today. They both are digital experiments or exploratory works - studies, but I find them pure and poetic just as they are.
It's all about the first love.. take a look!

{the blooming wounds of Rosalie}

{bride of the butterfly}

*update: the prints have all sold, thank you* 

And, one of most romantic poems ever I cite below. This is my feeling of what love is.


She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors
And a sewing machine in the back
And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg
Was mounted up front on the hood


And she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed by Tennessee Ernie Ford
And she always had saw dust in her hair
And she cut two holes in the back of her dress
and she had these scapular wings
That were covered with feathers and electrical tape
And when she got good and drunk
She would sing about Elkheart, Indiana
Where the wind is strong and folks mind their own business


And she had at least a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids
And she collected bones of all kinds
And she lived in a trailer under a bridge
And she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids
And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times
And she hated the mention of rain


And she made up her own language
And she wore rubber boots
And she could fix anything with string
And her lips were like cherries
And she was stronger than any man
And she smelled like gasoline and Rootbeer Fizz
And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the creek
And she gave me my very first kiss
And she gave me my very first kiss


Talking 'bout my little Kathleen
She's just a fine young thing
Someday she'll wear my ring
My little Kathleen

{lyrics of the Tom Waits song 'First Kiss'}

the tale behind THE LOST CHILDREN show

I ‘m enchained by particular forceful archetypal symbols, and it is a forest for the series of works for my “the Lost Children” show.

It is dark in a forest, and you don’t see your way clearly, there are secrets and mysteries, and you can get lost easily. There are also sunlit meads to play in. Different creatures dwell in forest. Birdies, bunnies and butterflies stay in the alight places. The monsters, predators and witches lurk deep in the woods. But there are also wonderful secrets within the darkest places – forgotten castles, buried treasure and a virgin in need of salvage. Forest is a place where the boundaries between reality and fantasy become blurred, enabling intuitive perceptions and collective cognition, opening the unwitting, deepest part of our consciousness. The children are being taken over by this ‘forest’ every other hour, although we ask them to be neat tidy and lovely, wash of the dirt every day, sit calmly hands in lap, not to stain their trappings.

{some of my early spring forest feelings below}

Regarding the show title idea, there are a couple of external references.
One, more playful reference is the Neverland, the famous dwelling place of those who want to stay lost and remain immature forever, a place found in the head of those who are still children. It is not the same from one child to the next – one of them ‘had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it' while the other 'had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it’, 'John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents’. Etc.

The other reference is a French movie “City of the lost children”, about a mad man who kidnaps children to steal their dreams because he himself is incapable to dream. Visually arresting, bizarre, funny, illogical, beautiful, dark and sumptuous – it is a candy for eye and a decoy for soul. If you don’t know the movie – go see it!! It is possible that you will fall in love with it forever....