Asta Kuzmickienė My parents gave me the name Asta. That’s what everyone calls me for XXL years… I never drew… I don’t know why,… maybe I thought I couldn’t… But I always looked with respect and envy at those who draw… I wanted to sing, but I thought I wasn’t good enough, even though I sang in front of the whole chorus. The voice calmed down, but the hands didn’t, they merged with my tangle of thoughts one day and started drawing… Since that day, I can’t stop. Sometimes when I pick up a brush, I already see images on a white canvas, and sometimes, when I start to paint, my hand spontaneously starts to make various signs, strokes or images… Thoughts, reality, dreams – everything gets intertwined into one ball and starts to roll, you just need to be able to see or catch threads end.
