I’m an artist and illustrator based in Vilnius, working across painting, drawing, digital illustration and mixed media. My work borrows from folklore, fairy tales, childhood, ritual and symbolic language to explore identity, memory, belonging and transformation.

I’m interested in the things that survive translation — symbols, superstitions, feelings and stories that somehow remain familiar even when everything around them changes. I make original artworks and prints, and collaborate across editorial, publishing, fashion, advertising and other creative projects.

I LOVE

Wet wood.

The smell of small old churches.

Canned cherries.

People covered in glitter smoking outside the club.

French courtesans who broke the hearts of Impressionist painters.

Powder, champagne and cigarette smoke.

Feathered hats.

Decadence.

Expressionism.

Swimming naked in the ocean.

Staying in the water until your fingertips wrinkle.

The smell of old books.

Dust on your fingers after digging through old things.

Hunting for treasure in forgotten attics and cellars.

Incense.

Science and superstition existing perfectly well together.

People who bring homemade things to parties.

Tables with too many people and borrowed chairs because there were never enough.

Forks that migrate between friends' houses.

Eating yesterday's party food slightly hungover the next morning.

Warm butter with salt and garlic.

Sharing food.

Ugly ripe fruit.

People who say yes before asking for the itinerary.

People who would go to a candlelit cemetery with you in the middle of the night.

Conversations with no forbidden subjects.

Friends you don't have to clean the house for.

People who start dancing first.

Complimenting strangers.

People who don't hide their accents.

People who aren't embarrassed by their enthusiasm.

Friends you can tell your most unrealistic ambitions to.

Making up complete nonsense with children and nobody questioning what's real.

The devastating honesty of children.

Old women playing cards topless on the beach.

A faded cherry tattoo on an old woman's bum.

Bodies that look like they've been places.

Extremely short nails or extremely long nails. Nothing sensible in between.

Smelling like five different things at once.

Fancy pyjamas at home.

A glass of bubbles in the bath.

Overdressing for something completely unimportant.

Using the good towels.

Things repaired badly but lovingly.

Beautiful films with terrible plots.

Beautiful shoes that unexpectedly turn out to be comfortable.

Fresh sheets.

Becoming an expert in something completely irrelevant for three days.

People who can admit they don't know.

People who change their minds.

People who care too much.

I HATE

The big light.

Being told to be quieter.

Sudden loud noises.

Doing anything before three or four cups of coffee.

Ballet dancers whose legs aren't synchronised.

Fake pockets.

Teeth whiter than teeth are supposed to be.

Matching furniture sets. Matching plates. Matching anything.

Decorative things nobody is allowed to touch.

Homes where you're afraid to touch anything.

Empty kitchen counters.

Cold white lighting.

People who won't share food.

Someone clearing the table while everyone is still talking.

Flowers wrapped in too much plastic.

Tasteless bouquets.

Things designed to look handmade.

People who pretend not to care.

Being embarrassed by enthusiasm.

Topics you're apparently not supposed to talk about.

Correcting someone's language when they didn't ask you to.

Correcting accents nobody asked you to correct.

Being told what something is before I've had the chance to decide for myself.

Folding the corner of a book page.

Clothes that announce they're sexy.

Things people only like because of the name on them.