We often travel together, relaxed, a glass of juice that poured back into itself comes to mind, we listen to music which we never before had heard together, and look at watercolours which we never before had looked at together.
There are many different kinds of rivers in the world: big or small ones, torrential ones, limpid ones, greenish, brown, turquoise or black ones. There are streets and highways, museums in the state of ruin and caved in houses that have been rebuilt; dark lakes into which many things have fallen to the bottom and about which we will almost never know; eyes that have become accustomed to the images flowing and moving before them at the pace of a car’s running engine to various out-of-the-way places, offices. So much of the world looms at the indiscernible bottom of the lake. My oar doesn’t touch it, it only causes a ripple in the water. In it all is like a slippery fish – barely having grasped its belly, in a second its narrowing underbelly, then, for less than the blink of an a eye having held the smooth tip of its tail, the thinnest part of a fish, your hand is free, moving about in the water.
Not understanding small shelves is also good. Like old things, their time is light and fragile.
A few almost empty small cupboards/boxes are in the exhibition, their space serves as an exit
To follow the blue buttocks of elephants and red cabbage leaves – all in motion
the red cabbage
the large-leaved plant
the young engine
engine
fragile and old things
dark lakes
the world’s rivers
Elena Narbutaitė
Cocoon, Slough, Students, “NADSAT”, Undressed hills, Alanta, A. Tumėno street,
Small shelves, Small shelves-cupboards
Gediminas Akstinas
Sponsors: Lithuanian Council for Culture, Lithuanian Artists’ Association.
Design by Gabija Nedzinskaitė.
Text by Elena Narbutaitė.
Translation by Rima Puniška.
Special thanks to Gediminas G. Akstinas and Gerda Paliušytė.
