Kvietimas į parodos uždarymą

Labas, mieli žmogai, gal noretumėt atvykt į mano foto parodos apie Gruziją uždarymą šį penktadienį 5 val (liepos 24 d.) ? Iki septynių galima bus pasiautėti ten. Atsiveskit draugų ir giminiečių! Galerijos reikia ieškoti ne Stiklių gatvėj, o kieme prie Amatininkų restorano Didžiojoj gatvėj. Būt smagu pasimatyt!

Cactusas Evakas

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2009.07.08 – 2009.07.26 Vilniaus fotografijos galerija (Stiklių g. 4) Vilniaus fotografijos galerija (Stiklių g. 4) Galerija dirba kasdien, išskyrus sekmadienį, nuo 10 val. iki 19 val. Šeštadieniais – nuo 10 val. iki 15 val. CandyCactus Fotografijų paroda “Gruzija” CandyCactus yra menininkė žongliruojanti lėtu gyvenimu, maža ekologine pėda ir momento grožiu. Jau eilę metų gyvendama nuoseklų klajoklės gyvenimą anapus knygų, CandyCactus yra gyvenusi bendruomenėse, kurios vienu ar kitu būdu yra silpnesnėse pozicijose – su čigonais Rumunijoje, su kurdais Turkijoje, arabais Izraelyje, musulmonais Gruzijoje. Palaikydama mažos ekologinės pėdos idėją, CandyCactus į Gruziją iš Lietuvos nuvyko dviračiu, kur keliavo pėsčiomis, traukiniais, arkliais. 2008 metais praleido žiemą mažame musulmoniškame kaime Adžarijos kalnuose. CandyCactus pagrindinis meno objektas tai pats gyvenimas, kuriame svarbiausi maži dalykai mažoms publikoms – nuo žaidimo gatvėje su čigonų vaikais iki dainų draugams. O čia – nuotraukos iš Gruzijos Vilniaus publikai.

Mystery

“Some have entirely forgotten the lost heritage and the mystery of their abandonment; their games absorbed them, they have become gamblers, they have theories of chance, their talk is all of Progress of one sort or another. They forget the great mystery of life. We tramps and wanderers remember.”

“The town is one large house of which all the little houses are rooms.
The streets are the stairs. Those who live always in the town are
never out of doors even if they do take the air in the streets.”

“Then the spirit drove me into the wilderness to my mountains and
valleys, by the side of the great sea and by the haunted forests. Once
more the vast dome of heaven became the roof of my house, and within
the house was rebuilded that which my soul called beautiful. There I
refound my God, and my being re-expressed itself to itself in terms of
eternal Mysteries. I vowed I should never again belong to the town.”

“I never knew in advance where I should make my night couch; for I was Nature’s guest
and my hostess kept her little secrets. Each night a new secret was
opened, and in the secret lay some pleasant mystery.”

from “A Tramp’s Sketches” by Stephen Graham, a guy who hunded years ago was a tramp in Caucasus. His writings are like medicine healing the sadness being once in a while back in what they call civilization. I am back in Tbilisi, suffocating of cars, dust and noise. Will escape soon. Mountains are close.

All in sounds

Hundreds miles of silence are hundred miles of silence.

Where have I been?

If you’d ask me where I was
I would tell you, I don’t know
In a stone, in god’s ear
in robe’s hole, on the edge of the page

Well, we have been carrying on bikes this viola, electronic piano, a huge mic and an apogy soundcard – finally they got used.. We are all in sounds

Nomadic Garden

Karviaganys

Sweaty greetings to all who will be reading this. It is the hottest part of the year in Thailand.
Now we are packing our studio in our bike bags and are heading to a monastery to lock ourselves in for some time..

Berlin and stuck diplomas

I am tired of traveling. I thought a library for the winter would be cool to have around. So I found an incredibly interesting course in TU in Berlin and decided to enroll myself there. And yes, I realised I might be a victim of the untranlatable German phenomena called “Torschlusspanik” – the feeling of panic one has, when the gates are closing in front of her. Not really that I would panic, I just thought, it would be nice to go to study again.

My diploma, original, had to reach my beloved friend and cousin, coming all way from Lithuania. She would then bring the thing to the office in the university, since the university does not accept originals sent by mail.

When she finally went to the postoffice, they said since no one came to pick it up within one week, they sent it back. Back where? Somewhere in Lithuania?

The deadline came. Diploma was somewhere in the air between Berlin and Lithuania. The university office said, they cannot make any exceptions. They would not wait.

So, no Berlin. But what then? Winters in Caucasus are harsh and cold, I will not do this again. I guess the answer will come by itself.

Trade will save or enslave?

Armenia. Just crossed the boarder and walked to Haghpat. Green valley. Exactly as I like it. Mist in the air, green, clouds, water.

There was a certain guy Sayat Nova, who used to write poetry in Armenian, Georgian, Persian and Azeri, he spent many years here in this black monastery, he must have been sad, since he loved the sister of the king, and for this was imprisoned and later killed here. Now Armenians and Georgians cannot agree, who’s poet he was. But who cares? Those days no one cared about the nationality, but now.. I found a quite place in the cemetery and slept there. Cemeteries are the quietest places anyway. And if the ghosts should visit me in the sleep, they are welcome.

Although it is nearly impossible to imagine Armenians and Azeris in one place without fighting after the Karabakh war, there is such a place. Close to the boarder between Georgian and Armenia there is a bazar called Ptgavan, which means “the paradise of fruits”. There they trade peacefully – Armenians, Azeris from Georgia and Georgians. Like in times of Sayat Nova. Trade will save the world? Well, at least the small scale trade seems to be an excellent way for people to communicate again.

Corporations are just about to swallow all small things on one hand. But if I think consequently – in terms of nationalism, corporations provide excellent transnational brands that mentally somehow connect people. It is not about being Muslim or Christian, it is more about having Nokia or Sony Ericsson mobile phone. Trade will save or enslave?

Earth day – balloons and professors

Yesterday, to celebrate the Earth day the Georgian authorities let 500 rubber balloons to the sky. Georgia will become one big old condome soon, it is not only the small people in the market that do not realize the harm of all the plastic, but also the decision makers who have no idea of what could possibly mean ecological.

On the other hand just to fly somewhere by plane is THOUSAND times worse, and every smart educated westerner, who are most probably vegetarians at the same time, does it without slightest feeling of spoiled conciousness. There are crowds that admire the Al Gore film, where his magesty flies on the helicopter to see the disasters. Psychological effect of that film is nothing more than “let us all go and see”.

Even Georgians are very funny and not very smart concerning the eco thinking, well we, the westerners are so much worse concerning the eco- acting. How many times a year an average educated vegetarian flies to conferences?

Disaster, because tooooo many times, and too many these kind of people.

As long as people act what they consider is “normal”, nothing ever change I guess. The good thing about Georgia – it is also full of crazy people. There is one Georgian professor, who lives here in the same district, but works in Austria, well he melted all the platic bags he collected through the years in one big stone and took it to Austria, in order to throw it to the recycling bin. The security was not sure what they should think of it. The professor kept his lectures at the spot about how bad plastic. I suppose at least the staff of the airport will remember it until their last days

www.G-ve.lt

Siais laikais rasyti i poperiu ir ne i interneta yra visiskai nelogiska. Vat taip ir darome. Apie Adzarija – kitam G-ves numery. Popery.

Intervas su Audrium, redaktorium

http://www.lrt.lt/archyvas/?channel=234939§ion=2&filter=2439018&record=3680667_1187363100

http://www.efoto.lt/node/14087

UAB Raganos

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Amar

Susitinkam tarpdury. Pasitaiso akinius. Jis panasus I kazkoki nedrasu zvereli. Sako, einu kazko valgyt nuspirkt. Einam? Einam. Sako, briuselis ikyrejo. Tai vaziavo medziu sodint I Siaures Airija. A, del tu medziu gal nesijaucia jokio prancuzisko akcento. Ar arabisko. Nu, sako, kai taksi vaziuoju, tai iskart sumeta is tarties, kad as irakietis, ir tada jau nutaiso rustu veida.  

Nemegsta cia irakieciu. Nu, kaip ir normalu, galvojam, strukturinis dalykas, mat per 6 menesius ju cia 2 mln atvaziavo. Jie sneka panasiu dialektu, bet taria kitaip, tarkim sirijoj namas yra beit, o irakieciams biet. Nu tai kaip aukstaiciai nuo zemaiciu skiriasi.

 O jis Irake nebuves. Sako, kai pastininkas atvaziuodavo, tai iskart reikdavo pasta paimt, nes kitaip irako saugumas iskraustydavo. Ir kai paveluodavo, tai paimdavo su viskuo, su visom reklamom ir visu kitu trash mail. Jo seima is mamos puses skaitosi pranaso palikuonys. Shiitai. Khomenei pas jo proseneli kuri laika glaudes, kai buvo egzily. O dabar jie patys jau dvidesimt penkis metus belgijoj. Bet vis nori ir planuoja grizt. Vaikus siusdavo I paryziu egzaminu laikyt, mat beligijoj arabiskos mokyklos nebuvo. Tai reikdavo viza kelis menesius is anksto gaut. Ir tai per vargus ir su irakiska saugumo palyda. Kadangi gyveno su irakisku pasu, tai kai vaikai vaziuodavo su klase I yzgi svetur, amar negaledavo. Bet sako, buvo vienas krutas mokytojas, tai paslepe ji po traukinio sedyne ir taip ir jis pabuvojo sveicarijoj.  

Dabar jis oficialiai belgas ir sako, cia damaske jis jaucias zymiai daugiau europietis, negu kas kitas. Nors arabiskai laisvai kalba, bet jo cia uz sava tai visai nelaiko.  

 

Ir bandau isivaizduoti ji Shia kontekste nu ir niekaip galvoj netelpa. Buvau cia Shiitu mecetej. Dar nezinau ka apie tai galvoti, vaitojancios juodos moterys, asaros zliaugia, tada kruva apsikabine karsta Fatimos. As irgi juodu apsiaustu ir bandau neissiziot per smarkiai. Grustis neimanomiausia, nors diena bilenkokia. Vaikai knibzda, ant kilimu, tada kitos skaito korana ir linguoja. Nu zo. Bandau ziureti i viska neteisianciom akim. Bet sunku.

Seseryste

Freya Stark, buvo tokia moterike, kur keliavo per sitas vietas pries koki simta metu. Ir kai eilini syki reikia atsakyti klausima, kas as per viena ir ka as cia darau, ir ka as dirbu ir isvis, tada jauciu sielos seseryste su Freya,

“I may confess at once that I had never thought of why I came, far less of why I came alone; and so to what I was going to do – I saw no cause to trouble about a thing so nebulus beforehand. My sense of responsibility was in effect efcient, and purpose non-existent.”