aevi

About this pageThis page is named aevilees not by a mere accident. The sound of it is almost the same as the pronunciation of the Lithuanian word avilys, which has the meaning of a beehive, a house of animals, almost sacred in Lithuanian culture. And just like the tiny diligent bees bring their fruits of hard work back home, so do I - aevi - here gather the lees from my inner world where all thoughts, emotions and memories slowly mix like waters in the sea, boil as steamy hot springs and age like fine invaluable beverages, that carry the smell of long lost days, unspoken longing and forest trees after a heavy rain. I collect my creations in one place for them to later drip into the hungry eyes of you, my visitors, like golden drops of honey.I invite you to look around, to let yourself stop for a minute, to be mesmerized by the intricate details, and really think about the symbols you see. What could it all mean? What does it mean to you?And if there is something that calls to your heart like nothing else, you are welcome to check out what is there in the honeycombs of my beehive. May you find something to enhance your dearest surroundings, to gift to your loved ones, or even to inspire you send me your ideas. Maybe one day we could build a bridge between the two of our worlds and create something new together... just like bees do.

About aeviI am aevi, outside of my art known as Aleksandra Vaišvilaitė. I was born, raised and am continuing my journey in Lithuania, a country where people still closely feel the pulse of nature and where we cherish the old traditions of our ancestors. The rhythm of customs and traditional songs got absorbed into the world outlook of little me. It always called me to observe, listen, discover and create. Learn the language of trees and follow paths of footprints in the fields. Notice the shyest animals and tame the darkest shadows in the forests.Nature - its flora and fauna - appears in my drawings since the very early days, even when my feeble, unskilled hands touched the first pens and pencils. As the days went on, the peace of the wilderness also made its way in between the lines on paper. It started to spring from figures, frozen in space, almost like holding their breath, not wanting to scare the time, passing by almost as a fawn.My curiosity grew into other areas, too. I started to soak up the ornaments from architecture, drawings, paintings, handmade goods from different cultures, various eras and even during walks through the old town of Vilnius. I took up what I saw and tought my fingers to follow the delicate lines of thoughts, and my mind to spot the details no one would care to look at.Just like that, from the two main streams as a tree of life grow my creations. I devote myself to them like a monk, taking care of their shrine in the mountains, or an old Japanese master, who respects their sophisticated craft. In today's world, we lack calm, composure, courage to step out of the never ending rat race, catching the sound of the quietest voices. And I truly believe that my humble oasis of dedication, meticulousness, seemingly stopped time and the preciousness of nature is more important than ever. Both to me and to the world.