This blanket was laid on me.
Shivering with cold, its warmth of the memory took me by its hand.
The smell of the childhood starting as rush
slowly transforming the warmth to a quash.
With every day it moved upon to my neck.
Closer to breath.
Once I was benumbed
by the blanket of time.
Dogs and storks and chicken combined -
a perfect army against vastness.
Have you ever seen a village without streetlights?
Antaliepte is a series created during the artist residency in Lithuania.
A series investigates the state of belonging in a rural areas of Antaliepte through my own reemerged memories while growing up at the countryside in Estonia. The work parallels the two locations through mutual history and individuals recollections.