Me meeting the dolls

I don't remember exactly how I was born, but I am sure that lying in my cob, I felt my mum's and dad's eyes—full of tenderness and love.

And when they were not around, somebody else was looking after me…
Non-blinking eyes…
They were dolls.
Later on, I started to suspect that they were my friends, coming to life at night.
During the day, they would sit on shelves, watching me do my homework or read books.
As I grew a little, they became my little mannequins. I would sew clothes for them, and they would transform into princesses, brides, or little girls again.
Until I earned my fashion design degree at Vilnius College, they were living somewhere in wardrobes, between childhood memories and horror films…

…Until one day, they came back to life and moved into my daughter's room.

Dolls from my childhood 'grew up' in me, matured, and became so much more than just toys.

They became creations of imagination; Symbol of belief, that goodness is victorious against evil;

A Symbol of having believing into love and friendship...

Now they are looking for new homes which would appreciate and need love, tenderness and faith - in this world of ever changing values.

My dolls are not accurate copies of any specific animals, but more creations of my imagination. Which are delivered by combining absolutely natural materials - like tenderness of sheep wool and midsummer's night dream.