

Stories from the studio

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It is 23 September 2026, my birthday, the moment when I can take stock of what I have done and dream about what I want. Exactly a year has passed since I decided that I am an artist. At times that conviction surges in me with the force of a volcano, and at other times I have to dig for it, buried deep in the clay of Latvia. This year my wish to give myself over to a moment of absolute freedom, through colour,
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