Black and White
Flowery Silence
This is the moment when you close your eyes to see and feel more. My characters often are with closed eyes, as if descended into themselves. Sometimes I even paint the little dragonfly with closed eyes… It seems she wants to run away for a while from my concentrated look. This girl is the second picture drawn in the sphere. I enjoy drawing such kind of mandalas non-mandalas and maybe there will be more of them. As if I am looking into the world through focused binoculars, and you can see better when your eyes are closed.
Flowery Silence
This is the moment when you close your eyes to see and feel more. My characters often are with closed eyes, as if descended into themselves. Sometimes I even paint the little dragonfly with closed eyes… It seems she wants to run away for a while from my concentrated look. This girl is the second picture drawn in the sphere. I enjoy drawing such kind of mandalas non-mandalas and maybe there will be more of them. As if I am looking into the world through focused binoculars, and you can see better when your eyes are closed.
Vilnius, Morning and the Muse
VILNIUS and once again Vilnius. The more small streets land on my drawings the closer the city becomes to me. My hometown.. and how many cozy corners are still waiting to be penciled!
Vilnius, Morning and the Muse
VILNIUS and once again Vilnius. The more small streets land on my drawings the closer the city becomes to me. My hometown.. and how many cozy corners are still waiting to be penciled!
Today my Heart is Full of Vilnius…
I have been drawing VILNIUS for so many times… And every time I wander its small streets otherwise.
Today my Heart is Full of Vilnius…
I have been drawing VILNIUS for so many times… And every time I wander its small streets otherwise.
The Heart
The Heart
The Summer
Now, living again in the embrace of nature, I am the real adeptus of plants. I forget the time wading in the meadows, squatting down beside little plans, I absorb their forms, I learn to be the flower in the meadow: to live, to bloom, to mature myself, to seed and… to disappear, respectfully and humbly letting the nearby plant to bloom.
The Summer
Now, living again in the embrace of nature, I am the real adeptus of plants. I forget the time wading in the meadows, squatting down beside little plans, I absorb their forms, I learn to be the flower in the meadow: to live, to bloom, to mature myself, to seed and… to disappear, respectfully and humbly letting the nearby plant to bloom.