On 26th of April (Thursday), at 6 pm in gallery's "Meno parkas" (Rotušės a. 27, Kaunas) second floor exposition hall, was held the opening of the exhibition "Engraved Images" by gallery's "Meno parkas" (Kaunas/Dusseldorf) artist Aušra Andziulytė. Through her oil painting, artist exploit landscapes, that cannot escape her mind and reveals these images through her exceptional perception and constant seek to create space and light on flat surface (usually it is canvas or tin plate).
What nature left imperfect, the art perfects. (The Wisdom of the Sufis)
There are images - I can watch endlessly and never get tired. Watcher and the image becomes one, just a being, with an endless space and distinctive light. These images imprint into the essence, caught in the consciousness. There are few of such images, maybe even a few dozen, or even more... Maybe I should try to count them? I think it would be interesting to know how many of these I have, maybe everyone have them.
So, the engraved images. For me, it's Nemunas with its slopes, fields, coastlines, dead dunes, forest line... These places important to me, the time is lost there, and the images becomes fathomless wells holding everything - starting with the variety of images from annual roams in the nature, childhood memories, glimpses of changeable history and finally „falling“ till the primordial points. In those images, as if put together all places you watched, nature of that region, inner system of people living there.
Link between human and nature is indisputable, even in the songs, especially - folk songs, we can recognize flatlands, mountains, waters, heat or cold, or light. Just like traveling, as we can often understand that we are already in other country even without any landmarks. This is due to all the understandable factors, although some similarities can be found even in the entire other areas, which is why people often move in these places.
I once been in the residence in Gothenburg and realised that a landscape without the horizon, works very strange on me. I started to look for it and those searches became almost existential necessity. And it was not that easy to find it. I could not find the line of the horizon neither by the sea with many islands, or on the few hills in the city. Finally, I discovered a small gap of the horizon line at the seaside for an hour and a half drive by a bike, and it was a great joy and a solace for me. From then on I travelled there every day. Such strong demand of the horizon was completely unexpected for me.
There was a time, when my dad talked about my homeland with some endless longing and warmth, as if pulling out the detail of the landscape from his memory: the outskirt near the marsh, meandered river in a hot summer, the road with birch trees, fields... For a long time I did not understood what was so special about it, until I went there. Then I saw everything as if through my dad‘s or even my ancestors eyes. There is some kind of code that penetrates everything and inner memory identifies with a visible view. In that combination appears my painted images.