The enduring project Sit Silently portrays the signs of time in rites of subcultures surrounding the capital of Latvia and its outskirts. The photographer seeks to identify those points where contemporary Europe meets different layers of the past (like Soviet and National Awakening period in Latvia) which conflict and complement each other at the same time. Pictures capture author's urge for a slower time zone that implies more vivid and open self-expressions, as well as a sense of home and creativity of daily routines beyond the usual urban experience.
This project is also an author's journey of recreation—looking for her own (Latvian) identity or core, while admiring peripheral moments with their own significance, values and feeling. Images tend to portray silence in its aspect of contemplation, introverted rest, retrieving or saving the energy, unpretentious celebration of life.
On the other hand, the silence emerges as manifestation of dealing with inner dramas via the resignation. To remain silent representing a detached monument of inner resentment still seems to be quite common ways for this (Post- Soviet) territory, at least, the route, often travelled by the author.
This reminds of a passage from Franz Kafka: You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
Northern walking/part of Sit silently
The blue room
''The sky overthrown in the cup of my American coffee, reflects a moon pale and distracted. The Planet Earth is a blue marble ball of a capricious child. Nothing is harmless, if we look at it carefully. And we are alone, like hungry animals who have lost the herd. We are alone and pale as the moon drowned in this cup. '' Alessandro Pagni
They say you have to face your blues to let it go. What does it look like? Does it have a face, eyes, any silhouette? Is it a space? When I try to escape the room, it catches up with me in the yard. The blue room is my visual journey into the mytical space between dissociation and integrity