Artwork title : Dolls. Kindergarten. Pripet

...Dust, crumbling plaster, rust coming from under the old peeling layer of paint. The first sight you see in the morning...old nursery cots with pillows strewn about, blackened from environmental exposure....and only then do you see "the lump". Half-naked, incomplete composition - Armless... Eyeless... legless and headless.... Not hair, but "matts", moldy cloths reminiscent of prehistory... Who are they now? Toys (dolls)? Or just another "disabled" parade heroes? An uncomfortable silence... just the wind whistling through the open window... Why are they here? Thrown in a pile, as if, falling and spilling over... like another garbage, collected and thrown away, left to "rot" in the oblivion of history. They are like this because they experienced a human touch that took away their past and stole their future... "We breathe in meaning, and we breathe out importance, which is just the excrement of meaning /.../ We call meaningful a life that is based on the most intensive destruction of meaning and corpses of meaning" (A. Šliogeris)