"Tomatos-Killers" or Tomato Party

In this crazy time of violence and artistic creativity a couple of my friends have shot a movie "Tomatos-Killers" which is devoted to the red, round beauty and everydays' mysticism. Days, month and years passed till all the thoughts and insane visions finally got collected, processed through, edited and came on the screen as one entirity in some historical flat in the heart of Riga city.

People dressed in red slowly started to turn up just couple of hours before midnight. All kind of connections with tomatos you could enjoy this night brought by beautiful friends and guests: fresh tomatos, marinated tomatos, tomato juice, tomato soup, tomato spices e.t.c. The imagination of a man has no boundries.


The room where the movie presentation was going to be held (and which was not the biggest of the places you have seen in your life) started to fill with people and finally got so full, that honoured guests almost got smothered. The lack of air made people unite in love and soon the nonexistent air was replaced by common positivity:)

The movie was incredible, astonishing, frightful and very funny. The lead role actors, cameramen, film directors where present, so after the movie everyone had an opportunity to shake hands with them, dance, sing and enjoy the time in whatever way.

Tomatos will always stay unwinnable!

Long live Tomatos!

Dancing in the moonlight

A car driving through Nowhere.
Full moon.
Nick Cave.. and his voice loudly touching the very bottom of a living heart.
A question which appears in time, space and reality: Have you (we, us, them) ever danced in the middle of a bridge under the light of Full Moon?
Maybe. Who can remember everything?
We did. Again. Or for the first time.



I have been dreaming about my house at the beach every day while being in Asia. We celebrated the night with candles, guitar, fireworks in honour of a friend's wonderful name. Small things we long for make us human.


I woke up in the space with no boundries. There are no boundries in nature. No straight lines. There is nothing around me apart from Nothingness and the beautiful sounds of wawes rolling ashore..


Morning exercises and champagne on the beach. Amazing drive there and back to roll again in the cool sands, dip in the Decemeber sea.
Heaps of laughter reechoing along the lonely beach!


Eternal love.


And warmth of a real fire.