journey to Father’s Painting

In few words - this could be a short story of a life of a man as a father and his journey to our Father. Here how it is: today I remembered my father and his picture of Joseph don’t know if he liked travelling as driving with Styopa his friend when he arrived at our place when we weren’t there yet left the mountains with snakes bay leaves khinkali stayed with us to drink more simple wine some kind of beer the longing he did not succeed to swallow ever we drove with ambulance and ZIL truck my first time driving down the street curve Krantine’s street right by the river where steamboats sailed Vilnius Riga Tallin Neris waved briefly cheering us up in winter ice for sliding down he didn’t like me laughing falling down he laughed himself eyes wet like mine’s now I remember smell of Pervalka we went to sea and jumped through waves and jellyfish and shells we gathered I collected stamps and boxes as he did toy cars his pride was Volga we left for Fabijoniškės he went to Gabriškės with Volvo and Nijolė stayed far from us until the very end until the Father came and forever took him home to teach some balance as on a slackline Whole artwork is combined of two canvases (50 x 70 cm + 18 × 13 cm) and a text on a white cardboard (14,8 x 21 cm)