My name is Gintarė, unpronounceable, huh? Well, here, where I came from it is as usual as any American name.
I see You looking at me with your gigantic yes and asking: Where is that?
Let's make it clear. I came from Lithuania. I am Lithuanian who is in love with life and what she does. I grow up with art in my heart. I grow up with wish to encourage and inspire. After finishing art school I have decided that learning art means insulting it, and insulting it with every kind of deeper knowledge that forbids Your creativity to spread away.
So I stopped painting. I stopped sketching. I stopped looking at art, till one day I felt that I have to do something. My hands were itchy. They were shaking and eager to sketch. So I started again.
Again, after such a long time I have felt alive. I was able to breathe.
And You know, till this day I have not stopped. It is the place to run away, when I have nowhere to run, it is the place to fight with my inner dragons. It is the place where I can feel myself and there I can wonder as much as I want
'But what if You do not have paper, do not have brushes, do not have any paint?' You would ask.
Oh, well. Then I travel. I take my backpack and I travel. As far as I can. Into the wilderness, to the mountains, to the cities where no one ever sleeps, to the winter-touched countries, to the places where I have never been to. I travel and I wonder. I live travelling and I travel living.
That's it for now. I'd better run, another adventure is just mile away! See You later, alligator!
Gintarė