Stories and lives disappear somewhere when touched by the great Oblivion; yielding to two ceaseless forces – Nature and Human; they flow down with rain, vanish underground, roads, trees, asphalt...
If you travel within U ten a town or around it and listen very carefully, you might hear how the memory echoes emanate. Pines rustle and sway in formerly sacred places of eternal rest; cars tirelessly roll along what used to be the road between the soldiers’ graves; very close, there, around the corner, memorial stones, which have turned into substructions, hold buildings in their arms.
Digital photographic images made using a microscope in lightboxes, box for glass slides - collected dust
Exhibited at Utena's city public library, "Teze" contemporary photography exhibition
The photography series “there°” are the images of these places that are only marked as coordinates now; they had landed on microscope slides as dust, soil, and plants.
Gallery exhibition view; microscope slides made from soviet-time (when the Oblivion was distributed the most) glass with dust samples from unmarked eternal rest places
