Kaspars Groševs
10 Minute Walk From Solitude
White Walkers
Dancing Water
I didn't have wi-fi so I started to paint
Exit, stuttering & nebula
Qu'est-ce que ça peut faire tout ça
White Tapes
A Guide to Making a Genie
I/O. Without Enemies
Fat Gnomes (Ears
of New Jersey)
Retrospect 1996-1999
I had an amnesia once or twice
A Very Small Window
Demons and Ashes
Different Room
Old Man Goes Home
Blue Lagoon House
The Old Man Goes Home at Editorial, Vilnius
3.06. - 2.07.2023.

Echo Gone Wrong
The old man brings nothing and everything with him; he carries the weight of himself and his thoughts, which only ghosts have heard expressed loudly. Is someone waiting for him? The old man doesn’t know. He just wants to get home and then see. As he walks, hardly anyone notices him, only a few squirrels and an old elk. The man doesn’t know he is part of a tale. The old man just walks past fields, forests, swamps and hills. Every now and then he sees unusual sights, but he just walks past them. He is saturated with memories and reminders, he sees into the tunnel that’s taking him home. The old man carries all his responsibilities with him, and his shoulders stoop lower and lower. Sometimes he thinks he is carrying the weight of the world, a world he cannot remember any more. He knows he’s quite remote from it, he doesn’t notice the slight desynchronisations or the things that are out of proportion. The old man moves through the strokes of flora. He soaks up the fresh air, although he longs for the smokey, peaty air of his home; he feels the taste of the air in his mouth. He nods: mhmm ..

Photos: Ugnius Gelguda