I found out a couple of days ago that cursive is not the default handwriting for everyone.

Fifteen years after the independence in post-soviet Lithuania pupils in primary school are being laughed at by their peers because their cursive is still not pretty enough for them to be allowed to use ‘adult’ notebooks with smaller spaces between the lines.

I sometimes find myself lost and doubtful in my curriculum in Gerrit Rietveld Academie which feels more like a guiding sign rather than a list of bullet points. Sometimes I don’t know where to start, sometimes I doubt whether I, alone as a unit am enough to fuel my motivation and artistic practises. Especially coming from an especially archaic academic background where I was always told how, where and what to do.

The most important thing in life, I believe, are human beings and their interactions. The last couple of years only solidified that belief in me. The chance to work and exchange ideas with students from different educational institutions in an academic environment is not one you get to do often. I am eager to exchange and listen. I want to learn how to convey my thoughts and emotions. I want to materialise my ideas into text. I want to find explanations and register the echoes from ideas that were already touched before by others. I want to deepen my knowledge, even if I don’t know what direction it is in yet.