Reflection of culture.

Elita Patmalniece

Does your artwork fits to your background and what’s the real relation between you and culture? How can you make art by the culture you are engaged to?

Agnes. 

people around.

She is from Paris, he from Nice. French students who met in birthday party of friend of no one. Both of them were engaged in relationships at that time and both of them didn’t expect to see each other ever again.

Life put them through five different cities between three countries and eventually they decided to settle down in Amsterdam. 

Four years has gone since they drunk till the sickness, flirted till the laugh and risk to fall in love even though life seemed to part every feeling shared that night.

Do they regret being silly, drunk, out of control and following desire of spontaneity?

After the night they first met she had a flight back to Berlin. He had studies in Munich. They didn’t have mobile numbers, they didn’t exchange more than mystery being attracted by each other eye look. 

He sent her a letter, he sent a book...they met again.

…And you already know the story.

/Maybe it is worth not to let go.Try a little bit, write a line…/

Agnes.

Information is beautiful!

Misled by lovely tunnel vision of the life I struggled to see helicopter view of beautiful surrounding.

There CAN be wishful thinking set if wanted but why do we need it when melancholia lulls to lie on the lap of apathy.

When I was about to reach your attention, you turned around and was gone. And you kept me thinking – is it my fault of being too late or you are the one who keeps moving even by accident there is a slight  chance of happiness in front of your doors?

Do the acceptance of relations is one of those mysterious things which can never be resolved?

You made me wonder if relations are the vision we see or the reflection from the love experienced. Pain, confusion and disappointment. Building expectations and letting them down, struggling with self – confidence and disrespect of other wishes.

I am terrified to be fired by the shots of your gun – loveliness, courteousness and refusal.

It would be nice of you , not to be nice… 

agnes.

Every beautiful  thing makes me realize how pretty faces are overrated.  Light comes with realistic view and over shadows fake appearance of hope.

But what really matters in the end of the day?

Echo of your sweet,sweet sound.

agnes.