Solo Show at the Alma Gallery
"Based On True Stories" , 2011
„Magda Goebbels and Her Six Children. The Last Night.“
Stodent, spray paint, plywood.
120 x 50 x 50 cm, 47“ x 20“ x 20“
It is May 1st., 1945, an underground bunker in Berlin.
Joseph Goebbels, The Nazi propoganda minister, his wife and six children are there.
When late at night children were already asleep, an ampule of poison was put in between their teeth and crushed; it is believed that the mother was present.
Only the oldest daughter had woken up during this process, she must have been fighting, not wanting to crush the ampule. At least this is what allies concluded when a day later they examined bodies and found damaged jaw and bruises on the face of the oldest daughter Helga.
Rochus Misch, a radio operator in the bunker, reported that Helga was "crying softly" just before bedtime on that final night and wore a glum expression as her mother brushed her hair and kissed her and her siblings.
The smallest child, four-year-old Heide, turned back to look at Misch, giggling, and teasingly said, "Misch, Misch, du bist ein Fisch," or "Misch, Misch, you are a fish", as her mother led her and her siblings upstairs.
Longing is More Important Than Realization...
Plastic, Stodent, paint, plywood, acrylic, print, lights
230 x 30 x 35 cm; 90“ x 11.8“ x 13.7“
"While being at airports I like to watch people meet each other and kiss. Someone’s happy and someone’s sad.
Maybe it’s because in my childhood grandma used to take me to the Sigulda railway station. We kept sitting there forever. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because she had this painful life story. For many years she kept waiting for our grandpa to return from the Siberian labor camps. Going to the railway station, feeding the pigeons and trains parting – these are my childhood memories.
Someone’s leaving, someone’s staying and someone’s being very sad right now, she used to say. But I just keep sitting.
And it sticks to you. This is the way of perceiving the world. It’s a feeling of being unfulfilled. Anticipation of love and happiness, just the anticipation – maybe it’s the most beautiful thing. Longing is more important than realization."
(From the interview of Girts Kesteris to the „Santa“ magazine, February, 2009.)
„ At the Fathers Home“ (Tēva mājās)
An artwork based on the poem by Kārlis Vērdiņš in which he describes on how to reach the most powerful orgasm using the style of traditional Latvian poetry.
Plastic, paint, velvet, plywood
(Poetry book of Kārlis Vērdiņš „Es“,
Published by „Neputns“, 2008)
"Why Is It So ?"
Once in a private kitchen I overheard the charectiristic comment influenced by TV news.
It's about the bank run by Jewish Russians which is bailed out by the government while the popular Latvian businessman is let to go bunkrupt
The following comment is put next to the artwork:
"Why is it so that Latvians are doing shitty?
That's because we are not Jews like Kargin and Krasovitsky (bankers).
Stodent, polistirol, plywood, spray paint, velvet, lights, print.
„A vot kāpēc Ķirsonam iet sūdīgi? A vot tāpēc, ka viņš nav žīds – tā kā Kargins un Krasovickis !“