Shine and Shit
Installation, dimensions variable, 2009
hey latvian queen,
i was on my way to write you something beautiful about life and spring
energies.
i was on my way but i got lost,
trapped in the closet of depression,
i got lost and i got drunk. then i
lost my keys, it was raining, it was
the night, darker than ever, and i
was alone, lost and alone. whatever
now the sun is shining, the birds are
singing, but all the rest is the same
old shit.
no, it’s not true, something has
changed: i’m RICH, filthy rich.
i thought it would be exciting to eat
something else than fried old shoes,
i thought money would make me
happy and more attractive
i thought something magic would
happen...
but i was wrong, I’m rich but dry
and grey, sad and brown, sick and
evil ... ugly ... nasty.
i will stop because your computer
will start to cry and you’ll get elec-
trocuted.
and i don’t want that, not before our
survival show.
you know in my dreams there is
something about eating parents,
in fact it’s more about parents feed-
ing they’re babies with themselves.
what do you think about that, is’nt it
refreshing, cool and fun?
ok, maybe i ‘ll imagine something
less gothic...
otherwise, to answer to you question
4, wee need weed, girls and cocain...
that’s all i think
what do you think?
if there is a little piece of love some-
where in my pocket...it’s for you.
I’m thinking of you even if you didn’t
wish me my birthday on time.
the less of the less
a world of kindness.
god bless you
god bless latvia.
t
hey french dreamer,
reading your letter, i’m happy to hear
that everything is really bad.
lets compare your heavy raining
from outside and inside in paris and
my pretend shining from outside
and inside in riga?
and what i can do with the same
problem ... birds are shining and the
sun is singing, people are happy on
the streets. you are rich but i’m not
but i can by some cheap happiness
that is made in poland.
it is grey evening and i’m dreaming
of one more little glass of vodka. it
could make me a better person with
the brighter future.
as for our future it is surviving work
and we need a title for it! my favor-
ites are...
“shit and shine”,
“worst than paradise”,
“how to have a fun with the piece
of bred?,
“if you are eating your shoes, who’s
gonna eat your bread?
“don’t trust to the short people”
(they are never on time to wish you
a happy birthday). but i hope you
will forgive me that cause i have a
present for you and it is written on it
“needs a lot of sun. not edible!”
as for ideas of work, i think it should
be a few (5 / 8) small installations
with weak movements and dieing
quiet sound. it could look like as ev-
erything is going to the happy end-
ing.
it’s makes me think about small
shop deep in the countryside where
everything is old and expensive but
the people who work there are hon-
est and kind.
i’m thinking that everything will be
fine! but also not for everyone!
laughing is the best way to survive!
i need your quick response to it!
dreaming of you dreaming of good
life with big boobies
happy birthday!
lv love
e