When I started this project I visualized all the cracking myths we still tell about the endless economic growth without consequences. Dreams of the ceaseless progress. I have been thinking about the stagnation of our fundamental but most uncomfortable choices in the face of the climate crisis. I thought this might be the crisis of the imagination when we are no longer able to make new connections in our fiercely repetitive version of reality. Obviously the sum of my thoughts was confusing. Still I was hoping to find the symbols that would help me to tell the story more clearly.

But what story can I possibly tell you? When we tragically return to the brutal wars and inconceivable suffering. Just because someone imagines that they know better, want more or foreknow how the new "world order" should look like. The desire to enslave and the desire to control. To put on a serious face and repeat - the existence of others is worth nothing. That deeply rooted self - importance. And I'm the same. And this is happening in a Universe whose greatness is based on the diversity.

Philosopher Timothy Morton writes: „Perhaps some of us care in all the wrong ways – too aggressively, too melancholicaly, too violently. Heideger argues that even indifference is a form  of care. Perhaps indifference itself is pointing to a way to care for humans and non human in a less violent way – simply allowing them to exist, like a pieces of paper in your hand,  like a  story you might appreaciate - or not – for no reason <...> We need something like a playful seriousness. This mode would have a slight smile on its face, knowing that all solutions are flawed in some way“.

With this in mind, it might be possible to avoid radicalism when choosing to change or suppress something (every action inevitably has unintended side effects). This would make more room for multifaceted and creative solutions. Which would not be for the benefit of the strong but for the rational prosperity of diversity. Maybe it’s utopia but this utopia is needed to be realistic.

The billboards depicted in this series of photographs have lost their primary meanings. Like decaying and worn out monuments of the past narratives, emerging from glowing and fading horizons they have nothing to offer. It is an atmosphere in which illusions and systems we have created seems to be dissolving. But it also reveals a realistic hope (in Greek, apokalypsis means a certain revelation, an unexpected discovery, not an end). It is possible to fill emptiness with various imagination expanding stories that would not be so destructive. And maybe not so serious.

„We can live again, we can live long, we can waste millennia” (C. G. Jung, The Red Book)

I very much hope that those millennia are still waiting for us.

Many thanks to the Lietuvos kultūros taryba for a scholarship to develop this project.