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Stella Mimikou (Graikija). Be pavadinimo. 2002, instaliacija, performansas


Irakli Tsuladze (Gruzija). Banga.
2002, plienas


Another seascape

September 9-19, 2002, the international art symposium "Another seascape" took place in Palanga, at LAA studio house Dailė. This art event is a continuing tradition. The purpose of such symposiums at LAA is to bring together various artists of different backgrounds for common creative experience and to reflect on the tradition of plain air event. This year’s theme - is a suggestion of inquiry into the tradition of common plain air genre. The artists are encouraged to expand the disciplinary boundaries and project a different view to the seascape, not only reflecting the visual, but also making it participatory. To immerse in the changeable environment and complete creative interventions, leaving (im)permanent traces in the space, time and memory. The participants of symposium: Jana Trnka (Switzerland), Stella Mimikou (Greece), Irakli Tsuladze (Georgia), Tanja Koponen (Finland), Jukka Jârvinen (Finland), Andres Koort (Estonia), Leena Kuutma (Estonia), Ieva Babilaitė (Lithuania), Marta Vosyliūtė (Lithuania), Juozas Laivys (Lithuania), curator - Ieva Dilytė. September 18, 2002, the exhibition of symposium works opened at hotel "Palangos vėtra" and A. Mončys museum-gallery.
The organizers and participants of the symposium "Another seascape" wish to thank the supporters of this event: Lithuanian Fund in Support of Culture and Sport, Guest house Villa "Ramybė", Hotel "Palangos vėtra", A.Mončys museum gallery".

Anitouristicus, the fall symposium

Day 1*
Airport. We are meeting another participant from Greece. The sight of people with flowers touches Jana, from Switzerland, whose last name contains a single vowel. There were 18 of them that Monday. Arrivals. On the way to Palanga everyone sleeps. The day is hot. In the evening we meet tree other participants. Somehow we feel the urge for beer, definitely - it has to be somewhere on the seaside. Someone is desperately trying to phone Greece (without local currency, mobile phone, calling cards, language). Her efforts are crowned with success in the evening and we join the others at the seaside pub.

The other day
We examine our potential exhibition spaces. The timing changes again. We synchronize our wristwatches. In the evening it starts raining in rooms of Swiss and Finnish participants. They move to the 3rd floor.

The day after
Andres, from Estonia, never signs his own works. Juozas offers to put his signature under Andres’ work. Juozas signs on Andres’ work.

Day 4
Trip to Nida turned out to be a real tourist attraction. On the way back we stop at Mizgiris’ artists house and spontaneously attend the exhibition opening. Our Swiss and Greek colleagues attract the exclusive attention of M.

Day 5 and 6
The time takes wings. The earnest ones are spreading the work bug on the rest and everyone actually starts to work. We are watching the film about Georgia at night and the Finnish don’t believe, that Georgian’s are a friendly nation. The art talk is not happening. M. arrives, like a breath of fresh air. "No communication" mode transforms into specific local language comprehensible to almost all of us. Juozas starts speaking French. Juozas is recovering after Nida.
I arrived late (because in Vilnius I was busy with my homework for Palanga). At 10 pm already mentioned Juozas was standing at Daile studio-house accompanied by no-so-often-mentioned Georgian Irakli. Both of them are sculptors - minimalists (Irakli brought out his steel wave and Juozas produced a cup of sea salt). The music of our generation kept playing (if the Finnish didn’t shut it off) in the soviet- times eatery of unreal size. It was the only thing that would bring us back to reality, for the time trip into the 15- year-old past can be dangerous.
The new Esperanto is developing impromptu - Dilytė/delete; gruzas/gruzinti/gruz-art.

Day 7, September 13th, Friday, seems like full moon
Today, in the beach cabin I read: "I can see your organs" (signature smudged).
Friday, the 13th is meant for horror films. Tonight we exchange the scheduled Finnish art evening for the spaces of moribund "Anaplis" and Russian discotheque "Daisa". To redeem our sins we are pressed to eat the flavorless Karelian pie for the next few days. Right in the middle of Basanavčius Street the first rain catches us, after almost two months of dry. We want to stay embraced by it for as long as we can.

The late Saturday morning without Saturday paper
In the evening we go to hear Arina at "Anapilis" and run into two ministers and a couple more familiar faces from Vilnius. Jana Trnka - the best dancer, the most elegant and nice person - created equally elegant, wind- and air-sensitive work of art.

Sunday, day 15
All three of us intended to spend the day dedicated to God appropriately, but brother Gediminas, the most handsome Franciscan "from the Jeep order" (a comment of a nun from Pažaislis convent, though they seem to posses enough fancy cars themselves) dangerously approached the impermissible line. We sensed the New Age Christians’ spirit in the air, trying to control ourselves. Our visually aware senses protested. "Today we looked for God at Naglis cinema. Still haven’t found it." Neither did I. In the soviet-times library’s bar we were trying to recover afterwards. We toasted to the ones who emigrated, leaving us their spots in this pilgrims’ world. We drank the cheapest Irish coffee in the world.
That night was Lithuanian art night. Everyone was going through each other’s portfolio. The night ended with S. Cubrick’s "Shining".

Monday-Tuesday
While Ieva is counting the last checks, we realize that Fuji, Photo and Office shops have exceeded their annual sales plans, because the Finnish have bought a huge number of photo film. During the opening (cynically or witty, decide yourself) Jukka invited the public to his future opening in Helsinki, where he shall exhibit the photographs made here out of local photo film: "in search of J.P.Sartre, who once walked the Lithuanian seaside". The photographs that we were expecting to see in Palanga, in the clear spaces of the future Casino. The photographs that we were patiently waiting for, while listening to Jukka’s never ending critical remarks addressed to Ieva every day. No photographs, nothing (attention, future curators! The Finnish sauna is an obvious part of any symposium program, if the Finnish are invited). Ironically, the Finnish have best exposed themselves only in sauna. Incidentally, the Georgian artist- Irakli, the successful "self manager", have organized the night in sauna. They revealed to be traditional artists, who continue the tradition of Finnish "sauna body art".
I visit Maxima supermarket in Klaipėda. The world is not a global village, it is a global pizzeria, were everyone has to pay his own bill, and the pizzas always look too small.

Day 8 (Tuesday)
I go to the sea with Juozas to gather some seawater. We boil it later and get the needed "amount of sea salt, equally proportional to the number of individualists, coming to the seaside" in the wooden spoon full of Baltic Sea salt.
The graceful Swiss broke the mirror while preparing to exhibit the work. Being a real aesthete, she manages to cut a new one for the opening. I ride my rented bike down Palanga bridge back and forth, back and forth, till I get dizzy. The last wind of the season, the last smell of the sea - I keep repeating myself. Me and the other Ieva are invited to RoRa’s house to watch "Eyes wide shut". I liked "Mulholand’s road" better, but it is forsaken as a potboiler.

Day 9 (Wednesday)
After the opening in the future Casino, Ieva is taking everyone to other spaces. Tired and a bit sad, finally done with all the work, we come to Villa Ramybė. The moment of parting is surprising. Everyone is writing down their addresses - in the most primitive manner, we may even call it "houte couture" - on the paper scraps (the pieces of paper are going round through everyone’s hands, which looks like an episode from "Master and Margarita" of O. Koršunovas). Everyone feels uneasy, except for Irakli, Jukka, and RoRa (the winner of the most stylish business card). Everyone is a DJ tonight, but finally the superb "Tiger’s Lilly" wins the night. We discuss our means of getting home. The moods, groups and courses are changing impromptu. Gediminas is no more a monastic brother, but our fellow-countryman from Chile. His never ending chat in all familiar languages gets really tiring and Juozas gets him of the air with a help of just a few minimalist sentences.
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The artworks of Estonians are so splendidly elegant, that I can’t get them out of my head. Leena’s Kuutma’s deep blue vertical lines at Daile studio’s upstairs I consider "the best". It is something so simple, antihorizontal, commenting the sea and absolutely - Another seascape. RoRa noted during our last supper: "someday we’ll be gone, but this work will remain".

09.23 resuming the event
Today, Irakli’s work got stolen from the surroundings of Mončys museum. Loreta is swearing to never accept any more donations in metal. No, this isn’t the crime, dear colleagues. The sea gods just claimed their presents. Gods, that were missing at the cinema. Gods, that never go to the movies…
Diary written by Marta Vosyliūtė
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*Fragments from the notes of Ieva Dilytė
Translation by Ieva Dilytė

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