Birutė Pūkelevičiūtė
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The forest here is strange:
No echo answers, no shadows fall,
deafened birds don't hear each other — — —
Darius Žiūra
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Every art project is created on the basis of illusions you have at a particular stage of your life. They keep hold of your attention over what you do, over the things you live through. Perhaps, if there were no illusions, we would die much sooner.
Liūnė Sutema
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I will emigrate to that country which doesn't yet exist
and will give it the name
SUTEMA,
and it will be independent
from the sky and the earth,
A Miniature Lithuania inside Connecticut: A conversation with Jocelyn Bartkevičius
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So, being Lithuanian always pulls at me and always makes me conscious. It makes me see the world in a different way. It makes me see American politics in a different way.
Kristina Tamulevičiūtė
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don’t you open the window my child
don’t open it
the wind will tangle your hair
and then you’ll see
and then you’ll see