Love Is In The Air – Or In The Fantasy

We, artists need love like oxygen. In both ideal and non idyllic conditions we are wired to spread it like trees are making sugar out of photosynthesis. That is more than ideology, it is the nectar of gods we are sharing. 

All humans consume and create, but while many can accept having their needs met, we, visionaries, need partners for our microcosm to create a love form of its own. Worth all the drama. The cost of a great artwork. 

One does not understand unless one is ready to accept the truth, in loco and universal; until the subject is ripe like a warm yellow plum from the sapphire heaven of plums and understands that there is way beyond to what meets the eye, but what meets the eye remains the thing in front of the eye – and also this is very real. 

It all started way before Plato wrote his Symposium, where theory of every human being split into two halves by Zeus was most notably first mentioned. It travelled through rough times before Zeus and transformed into masterpieces by Rodin and now there is a new mythological concept – the Twin Flames. Well, it is all the same thing really. Love is all there is. And as my favourite rabbi, Dr. Abraham Twerski put it, love is to give, give, give (OK, BB King said the same thing!).

Unless the theme covers up your Achilles heel! A morbid weakness of a vision (Til Death Do Us Part) is no Manolo Blahnik to wear nor bear through life. Love is a verb. A doing word. If there is not the all beautiful two-sided act in the serious play, there is no other party to begin with. No shared dream to fight for at the barriers. Not everyone is a dreamer, not everyone is given the knowledge to recognise the Embrace of the Serpent. 

One has to see a thing for what it is or one could be blinded by a black spot that in the modern world – as every other thing – is labelled, categorised and diagnosed as a mental disease. It even has a name: the addiction of Love, and this thing is real. A foggy illusion more enjoyed in the tortured head, a misguided path our society has endured to develop behind the gorgeous curtains of romantic love. While plenty of people are illustrating how to connect with your other half, it is of an utmost importance to admit, that sometimes, you can actually live the dream thou are willing, if only you decide to start doing so in the Now. If you see yourself as the yellow, ripe plum. Warm as the smile of a springtime.

As always, be the Love you want in your life and spread Your FULL Light. Surround yourself only with the very best you deserve. And if you want something physical to stare at, that stares back at you with the same level of admiration, you can always check out my oil paintings of highest quality and good at – I promise, they are full of infatuation 👠💛☝🏻️

The Picture I Have Painted Forever

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Blue Embrace. 2017, oil on canvas, 120 x 100 cm


They say, every author continues to repeat the theme important for him/her lifelong.

The topic starts like a tree. From a seed. Grows towards the light. A real heliotrope. Finds his ways to multiply via branches, to find even more ways to reach, just one more possibility to arrive, to be there… where the light is.


Until the seed is just a little closer to the Sun.

Then it is time to change the topic and reincarnate.

Just to repeat the story once again. To learn Love…again.


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Green Embrace. 2016, oil on canvas, 70 x 70 cm

Story Of A Painting – Niburu

Story of this painting started a long time ago. The artwork is still younger than Nibiru, home of the ancient Gods, though.

I started the painting in summer of 2013. The leaves were falling, the grass was wet. It was August. Impossible to protect the paint, trying to mark its first impressions, from the windy weather and tears of trees. I gave up and added (read: left) the leaves where they fell. I liked the result. 

I made the process into a short movie and it was shown at my solo exhibition in 2014 at Pärnu City Gallery in Estonia, together with the painting. After the passage of few years, I decided it is really hard (heavy, in fact!) to put a work of art into a box of glass, and the leaves would fall sooner or later from the painting as they had previously fallen from the tree.

To be in charge of it all, and not wanting to be responsible of the later result (for I could not possibly be responsible for something out of my control), I removed the dry medicine myself. The creator and the exterminator must be one. Shiva was showing up in me with her tiny almighty white fingertips.

As I do not want to waste any energy – all has been for a reason and stays there, where it is supposed to for the moment it is important, the process continued. In 2016 (as it is every year; as long as 23rd of June is eager to meet 24th of June) it was Midsummer’s Eve – a greatly celebrated event in Estonia. We make bonfires. “Lots of dead insects and drunk people all around – terrible event,” described a Buddhist monk. Here it is traditional and you can see outdoor fire everywhere. It looks almost uncivilized, perpetually raw and inviting.

I put my fire on canvas. The leaves were turned into dust that happens when the dead and flames full of life meet. Passions were pictured with violence that can only be seen in art. But still, it was not enough…

I saw a shape I needed to construct. It was a planetary nipple

So in Estonian, for the title, I mixed the two words, “nipple” (“nibu“) and “Nibiru” (the 12th planet in Sumerian literature), so they resulted in the sexy “Niburu”. If anyone comes across to a funny way of thinking, asking, why are artworks expensive, then one should think, how much would it cost – to stare at a piece of painting for three years? What is the worth of your time in this life? And more importantly, how to measure this equivalent in energy?   Because obviously, how we spend our days is not 1:1. 

There is tension in the air, and as all real deed does need preparation time, you could think about a three year long erection… That blows into the interstellar cloud of dust, Nebula. What a pleasure it is to watch, how the process of creation evolves, neverendingly. The spiral of understanding it is.

Have a happy Women’s Day, beloved comrades of mind, most gorgeous creatures in the world, and the others, men, who we live for. May goodwill ambassadors of all planets be blessed.

Niburu. 2016, oil on canvas, 120 x 100 cm

Story Of A Painting – Free Bird

One night, I saw a dream. I see a lot of dreams and more often than not, they are not something to be visually captured and repeated (what is painting other than saving a worthwhile event!). Their lives are the ones of dreams that come to an end with million bright ambassadors of morning.

This time, I woke up, knowing I have to paint the scenario. There was a lesson in the story I had to make into remembrance. What I had seen was visually captivating and it had a narrative! Not something that I always fancy (may the painting have beauty of its own, without rational thought nor words).

I was at a seaside by night. It was starting to get lighter. There was the smallest of beams as the moon started to rise. Right then, me and my friends noticed that above the sea level, the crown of the moon that was not yet to be seen, there were seven other moons. The Earth had alltogether eight companions!

What a discovery. At that moment, I felt like Christopher Columbus could have experienced at the few most profound times in his life. The loneliness got all shady and ripped away. There is nothing to be weary about; if and when one of the huge stones gets away, there are always others! How effing many lamps in the nightsky for the human crowd! But when the moon brought its light with it, the whole sky was covered in its highlight, so the fellow companions were not to be noticed anymore. No more bonding. Moral of the story: everything is much more interesting, when shown in half-tones, only parts of the nakedness to be added for the sight… Oh, but as no being can add uncovered truth, we can only layer by layer remove the unnecessary; until we find the peace to live with our outer selves at no questionable rate of seeming for others. This is the flow of life, with rolling open connections of multi-colored honesty in front of your very eyes. This thought sent me right awake.

So I did the moons, but while working, a phoenix wanted to take a leader role. I had to give it to the bird. As it is, while painting in a deep meditative state, I feel like I am just a medium, hands (are there just two?) and eyes to be used, so people can have more joy, beauty and meaning at their sight. I have an outstanding degree of stubbornness, but this I say: sometimes, a man has got to do what a man has got to do, and more often than not, it is letting go …or following through! The extraordinary will happen both ways.

Free Bird
. 2017, oil on canvas, 150 x 120 cm

Story Of A Rooster – Why It Is Correct To Compromise

The other day, a friend told me he had a friend who was born in the year of a Rooster. And 2017 was the year of a Rooster. So my friend’s friend was sure, a Rooster was what he needed to have in his life, as a painting.

When an artist is asked to paint something, there will be a huge inside dilemma with echoes of many eras: “Is it right to picture something at request? It was not your idea even! Many people do what they are asked. What is the Rooster guilty for?” Months before, picturing phoenixes and birds of freedom was my own lightbulb, burning stronger than 60W.

It did get me thinking, and pretty much against my nature – that likes to cancel out everything less than perfect at a first glance. (Because the echoes of collective consciousness continue: “Estonian artists shall never compromise! It is the sign of weakness to “work for others”. You have to live alone in your own head. Even through tons of bricks. Because you know, the artists at Montmartre did it.”

…I understood it is no compromise. A good painter can paint anything (s)he wants, without losing his/her touch, and perhaps even should, if the object asked is not against the vision. An artist’s work is to serve people. To be the medium for the highest there is, and so to serve. Action shall take place in the name of the purpose.

Previously and preciously, the artist’s world has been a place where everything is allowed. Big egos, being eccentric, doing all the wrong things … Well, ways of deeds and global mentality have been changing (not since Mr. Dylan’s 60s, the times have been changing since the time began). Now is the era of giving.

The more you collaborate, the more talents you are about to receive. You have to share the knowledge and take part of someone else’s if you want to become smarter. Human beings are meant to live in a social environment. It is nice to serve people with your gifts and if you are the lucky one who can make somebody happy, why not?

So, here it comes. The Rooster of 2017, ready to go in the oven. 

The Rooster. 2017, oil on canvas, 100 x 80 cm

Whereever You Go – There You Are

The era of social media has reached someone who has not been that keen on the virtual world. So, here I am, 27 year old artist, just starting to show my affection to literary bliss publicly. This blog is going to be about my philosophy on life, which for me travels around the arts like the planets around the Sun. I think it is not going to be too personal as there can possibly be nothing more intimate than the arts. In my works, I say it all.

I am going to write this blog when my baby sleeps or does his little human things, so it is all going to be a bit spantaneous, and I am not going to delete or edit anything afterwards: what has been is past. The history is recorded at the cells. I also make a pre-excuse in case there should be some grammar errors as I am not English by birth certificate (nor is English my mother tongue). I am as much Estonian as one can be (read more about it here).

Definitely Estonian, except for the sour cream (no sour cream, please) and talking to strangers (If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch, – R. Kipling), which is totally hot. Treat everyone as the most important person in the world and see what happens! The one who plays with words would be happy to add an “if” – if, they are interesting enough, but it is time to leave the irony behind.

This blog is going to have class and integrity.

And showing off because it is the year of a Rooster.

May you live with a purpose and visit my blog from time to time –