MEMORY

Being a sober-minded and sound-minded man I try by my photos to perceive what is beyond the last limit. After saying goodbye we remember and while remembering we count the remainder of our existence.

The souls look at us from the photos on the grey tombstones. They evaluate our fuss and wonder at the fact that we haven’t learned from their sins. They would like to help their children, friends, those they love…

But the body turned into dust…

The wind silently stokes the stem of the grass; in the morning a humpbacked beetle crawls on the photo of the dead man and drinks a drop of salt water from the broken eye. Here is the place of the lord of silence.

However, there are the windy nights when Vitas Luckus* goes to his studio, stokes his one-eyed dog and shouts into his ear, “I didn’t want! I really didn’t want this!”

Jonas Kalvelis* pours out from his camera the Nida sand and for a long time checks the exposure as in the other world the exposure is very long, longer than reminiscences.

Povilas Karpavičius* is preparing for the journey to do the lecturing. His feet do not hurt, but he must return till the dawn. The order here is very strict.

Only Virgilijus Šonta* having stopped the wound and getting caught on the tombstones is looking about for his murderer as in his lifetime he was looking for human meaning.

O Lord, return them at least for an hour that they could tell us the somber stoty of the death…

*the already dead Lithuanian photoartists

Aleksandras Macijauskas, 1992