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Welcome to the Lithuanian “Burning man” type art madness which never ends and keeps expanding

*Meet me in Vilnius

photography by C. Cesnakevicius

Welcome to Uzupis Republic. Artist area: very boho-type district in one of the oldest and the most authentic locations of Vilnius (my home city and capital of Lithuania). Charming, unique, mad, mysterious and a must visit place in Europe. Expected the next Christiania (Danish autonomous neighborhood of artists in Copenhagen)  of Europe - to be.

Uzupis - politically very straight forward, brave, active, initiative and supportive area in the worldly issues, such as Tibet, Nepal, other controversial topics.

In the photo: white stork in the main square of Uzupis, graphically mixed with a hint of the desert.

White stork is one of the most iconic, symbolic, very closely culturally related, yet sadly extincting, birds of Lithuania. White storks every year leaves Lithuania to spend winters in Morocco, more warm deserted areas, and each spring they come back home to Lithuania to expand their families here. It’s also believed by Lithuanians for hundreds of years now, that if white storks build the nest in the territory of your home - it’s a blessing and good luck. If you get to see the even number of white storks - it’s going to be the promising year for those who look for the partner in life or / and wish to expand the family with the newborns.

Galera - gallery, place for summits, workshops & summer night cinema in the open-air

Come to Uzupis, experience the unique atmosphere. If you are an artist - it’s a perfect place for inspiration. I would definitely suggest to come and join other artists from all over the world, to create something new, great and unconventional. There is no place to be exactly like Uzupis anywhere in the world - which means it is a true undiscovered Gem & treasure on the map of the world. I would call this place “Burning Man type art madness with Lithuanian twist which never ends and keeps expanding!”

Meet me in Vilnius!

Yours,

AFROgliuck

Rodyk draugams




Merry Very Very Merry Magic Christmas

Merry Christmas, My Dears!

Be MERRY, HAPPY, HEALTHY, WEALTHY, JOYFUL, LOVED and BLESSED! Always remember to SHARE and tell that you LOVE! Always keep in mind and remind to others: always have and follow FAITH, PEACE, WISDOM! And know: MIRACLES DO HAPPEN! ;)

My ultimate favorite Christmas song of 2012 Winter holidays by Fun On AFROgliuck’sNoizeWave:

Let the Magic Begin!

Cheers, My Dears,

AFROgliuck

Rodyk draugams




Past-me catches up with present-me to confirm future-me

It’s been thousands of times I faced this phrase “even if something wrong happens today, it always leads to better tomorrow“. I was almost about to call this phrase “so yesterday”, since it has seriously been used for too many times, BUT..

Sooo… Even though I stock my info on PC, 2 hard discs and Mac, there’s never enough space. When I decided to get a new movie downloaded it was just too obvious that it won’t be happening unless I erase some serious amount of stuff from my Mac. That’s the point where the wrong (too fully packed Mac) brought me to pretty amazing point of my life. Of course to delete things with closed eyes is just too cruel procedure for me, so I have to check every single thing before it goes to trash. I just opened one document and found  4 lines written down there. I had no clue what any of them meant, but the use of hyphen was a hint that there is a huge possibility it leads to music. (Since the early days I have a habit to write down the song the moment I hear it and like it. Even if it’s in the middle of the desert - i still do that! I mean it!) So I checked the last written line in that document on youtube (the line was “The Go! Team - Get it together”) BTW, the original date of the document brought be back to 2008 September 28. That time I was working as an on-air presenter of the radio show at the most popular “MTV”-type national radio station in Lithuania..

On AFROgliuck’sNoizeWave:

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If someone asked me about my present now, especially to describe it, I’d run out of words immediately. The only things I could say, would be “Transition“. This year (as in my 23 year) was pretty crazy - radical and life changing. It just suddenly dawned on me to switch to completely different career path. So in short, I’d say that somehow during this year I managed to loose my passion for the things I had been doing for ages (which always had made me feel so confident about my self and secure), to come up with an idea to leave everything behind and dive into the very beginning of everything. I flew half of the world for my potentially new career studies (till then I had no clue about diamonds or what so ever..), I quit my job (in music industry) and I decided to become an expert in diamonds & fine jewelry & generally to focus on niche luxury lifestyle industries. (…and actually, to my surprise, not so long after I came back home with my new diploma, it already got claimed publicly: photo of me and my friend from “Fashion Night 2012″ main event got published in lifestyle magazine with the title “media communication expert (my friend) and diamond grading expert (me)”) I spent big part of the year talking to people, how to understand who I am, how to rediscover my passions, how to find the inner peace, how to start hearing my intuition again, I reevaluated pretty much everything from the core in my life, I made a strong bond with couple of very important people in my life, I found oceans of spirituality in myself (who could have ever thought it’s possible with me at all?!!!), I re-believed (if that’s an existing word in English, but you get what I mean :D ) in the world, in people, in the new concept of my potential future life and most importantly in my self.

Basically, somehow in only one year I managed to bury my self to the core and to raise like a phoenix from the ashes. The phrase sounds pretty iconic but trust me the whole process wasn’t that iconic, actually there were some seriously bloody moments at some points. STILL the phoenix has risen! (I still haven’t got rid of all my fears or inside demons, whatever you prefer, and one of them is the fear to jinx the future, so I still can’t reveal what’s exactly is happening at the moment in my life, yet it makes me feel really weird and grateful at the same time, so stay tuned, haha).

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Back to the point. I checked the phrase on youtube and apparently it was a song. Moreover, it was a song that apparently I really liked at that point of my life (in 2008 september 28). Because of pretty huge role the music has always played in my life, in the lives of my closest friends and especially because of my strong believe the idea that music is one of the most accurate mirrors of personality, suddenly the past-me just popped out right in front of me again. It brought back all memories of that period life, of me, of my hopes and fears, struggles and joys. Only now I realize how young by all means I was then, yet I still relate to that past-me soooo much. I still like the song I liked then. I like what I see in the reflection of the mirror of that song. And the mostly I like the distance how far I’ve gone from then till now.

Yesterday I faced a strong reality check. The positive one, but it was definitely a reality check, when to be honest, for the very first time in my life I fully understood and embraced the idea of pulling my self together and getting it together in my life. Today all day long while running the errands I kept going through that fact again and again and again. For the very first time in my life everything seems so serious, responsible and real. So clear and so REAL. (Maybe after all, I wasn’t fully right saying that big part of me will never grow up..) During this year, there were many people sharing their wisdom of the life and one of the most often told ideas was to read signs & to listen to people and my self because the answers are always out there (some people said the god gives directions through signs and speaks through lips of people). I remember my self for couple of months spending at least an hour every evening sitting in the terrace of my New Delhi apartment, staring at the blank wall and constantly asking same questions over and over again in hope to finally get the answers.

Today it’s about two weeks till my 24th birthday. Some philosophies claim that people are reborn every 12 year. Personally I always had a thing for 23 - this magic number that I never knew the reason for, so there always was this silent movement in my head going on, that 23 year of my life will be the breaking point, where major changes will happen. Great intensity, signs lined up in the perfect sequence all together and this last call from the past (even though some of you may say - such a minor) coincidence (I know that in reality coincidences do not exist) gave me the final closure and confirmed that even though I’m going through some serious transitional period I’m on the right track and that’s the reason I must remain the faith in all that, no matter how unbelievable it might seem. I always wanted to write a book, but for that I always thought my life should be significant, magic and inspiring. Now I see that my life has started writing that book for me and You know what - I’m crazily excited about the upcoming chapter.

It was pretty awesome and outstanding feeling to catch up with my-past-self at least for as long as the found song was on. I’m grateful for closure and confirmation to be proud, calm, confident, faithful, positive, peaceful and most importantly determined to move on closer towards my Great Empire (as I partially in joke manner and partially in dead serious manner call the package of it all together in my future).

Cheers, My Dears, and till the next catch up already in the future!

Always Yours,

A.

Rodyk draugams




L.O.V.E.

Amazingly meaninful quote by Diane von Furstenberg!

Ellen von Unwerth “In Search of the Perfect Pink” with Susan Holmes (Vogue UK, March 1991.)

James Zabiela Renaissance on AFROgliuck’sNoizeWave:

With love,

always Yours,

AFROgliuck

Rodyk draugams




Go out and start creating - This is your life

*STOLEN WITH THE PRIDE

Life is ABOUT PEOPLE you meet and THINGS you CREAT

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Live your DREAM and share your PASSION

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Getting lost will help you find yourself

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Life is short.


Cheers, My Dears,

AFROgliuck

Rodyk draugams




Miracle through Sacrifice. Japan Earthquake

“If you can survive, you must remember that I love you”

This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! ”
The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!!

by Its Different

Get inspired!

Your,

A.

Rodyk draugams




What’s Your love story?

*On Sunday’s even Jesus is having Lazy Afternoons

This time 2 minutes of joy and idyllic story is STOLEN WITH THE PRIDE from my ex-course mate Gintare’s wall. The post of her fb wall might have been inspired by the idea of landing in New York soon enough to start projecting the ever-bettering though unexpected future on the opposite side of the Atlantic ocean.

Perfect choice for your eyes and souls, my dears, straight from the liveliest and fullest of urban legends metropolis’ of the world so far!

Splitscreen: A Love Story from JW Griffiths on Vimeo.

P.S. What’s your love story?

Cheers, My Dears,

AFROgliuck

Rodyk draugams




Changes Changes Changes !!!

Delayed “New Year’s Resolution”

Let this be the very first my blog post in English. The idea was included in my “New Year Manifest”, but unfortunately it took longer time to make it happen than I was expecting.

Every season has it’s time

On the other hand, I somehow tend to believe, that every season has it’s time. And my time has just come. Of course, as every thing else in the life, even the first english blog post has the reason behind. There are huge changes going in my life at the moment. I have to admit that it’s very exiting but scary at the same time as well. That’s the last post I wrote on my Facebook wall a few minutes ago: “... and again the thrill all over me with butterflies and fairies inside! New begining - scary but so exiting!“. I always believed, or it’s better to say sensed, or I say in much easier way “knew” what gonna happen. It was just a matter of time, because I knew what I wanted and trully from the bottom of the heard believed in that happening one day. The scariest thing is that now I sense that IT STARTS HAPPENING.

Back TO even before leaving from INDIA

I’m sitting in South Delhi shopping mall with a really nice garden out side. By the way it is very close to my home, where at first I thought I sattled for a while, and now it’s getting obvious that it’s for much longer while than I was expecting. Am I happy? I think yes, but also I could say YES and NO. It’s so amazing to have this strong feeling that it is starting. It is so nice to know that so many new things will come to my life. So great to understand that finally I will do the things that I wanted and knew that it’s what I can do best, just because I love it. It’s unbelievable how much person can reach while one is absolutely dedicated for that. And I am. The great BUT “I gosh here it comes”. It’s always like this in my approach to the life. I choose my choice and at the same time think of the things I am loosing for that, in stead of being just happy about the things I am getting out of that!

The only one real UTOPIE

The great “BUT” consists of so many things that I couldn’t even mention all of them. Starting with the most beloved friends, that sometimes (and sometimes in my life happens quite often, I must admit) know what I need even better than I personally do, family, that any ways will be a part of me, my best pet ever Chinchilla (about which people in India say “chichuachua” :D ), african room where you enter and start flying right at that moment you make a first step in, Noragiskes - the best place to live ever, tiny and cozy oldtown where the streets are never the same and the architecture telling the number of stories for you on the way. Cafes where u could sit for ages and talk about every thing what exists and not yet exists (just because of not yet finished process of creation) in the world with snowing pink blossoms in the background, so that it turns every thing to the fairy tale, or even more - to the only one real UTOPIE.

Sentiment - artificial not any more

Four seasons, when you put your warmer clothes on for the first time of freeze after mild and so colourfull autumn, the first gloves for catching the whites snow flakes, the lighter jacket after the first sun gazes after dark but without any doubts cozy winter, hearing the first sounds of grass hoppers and infinity of stars falling on your head while making wishes in the middle of the night in the end of August, and finally again reaching first blossoms snowing on your head and on the way picking the coloured leaves on the streets in the beginning of Autumn. These are the things you could never replace. Either the nature or the colours of sun in the evening sky are different or simply the feeling is just not the same. Which is why, when at first I created an artificial sentiment (here), which would make me feel missing my home while staying in India, now it’s not artificial anymore. Now it is real. The missing, loving, appreciation and cherrishing.

Wisdom of African Swahilli does not always help in India

People come and go. It is so and it must be so. But it is strange that the thing for which I was preparing my self started happening on the highest gear it could. I cannot even bear it any more. Now already for the past 10 years I know and have told to my friends so many times. That was the wisdom of swahilli: “Even if our roads part, we will stay on the same earth under the same sky”. I understand. And even more, I want to believe. I know it is true, but it is not so easy just to walk on the same earth and live under the same sky, when you can not come, see, touch, hug or keep silent together any moment you wish to any more. Any way, what to do.. You can’t push or pull, so if it is happening, it’s meant to be so. The only thing I leave for my-self in my hands is strength, positiveness and belief that doesn’t matter how rocky the road will be, the final destination will be reached successfully and the taste of life will be even stronger.

P.S.

I am leaving my heart back at home.. My first, pure and incredibly long lasting love. That’s the most driving crazy part. Or just the best challenge to check how strong it is..

BUT “absence to love is what the wind is to fire: when it’s a small fire the wind kills it, when it’s a real fire - it intensifies it.”

Cheers my Dears,

AFROgliuck "Toys at dry cleaners in India"

AFROgliuck "Toys at dry cleaners in India"

AFROgliuck

Rodyk draugams




 

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