solo exhibition “THE GAME OF LUCK”, Exhibition hall of talsi museum and kalnciema quarters’s gallery

The exhibition "The Game of Luck" invites us to evaluate the presence of everyday ignorance and random events, which we most likely do not even think about or even notice. Until we realize that we have taken part in a game, the outcome of which is unknown and depends not only on us but on many other multipliers. Time in the paintings and between them seems frozen and eternal at the same time.

In tennis, the ball flies from one side to the other in a parabolic trajectory. Until some player's mistake or random luck.

People swam back and forth along the pool paths, separated only by strings of plastic balls, politely obeying the traffic rules. Traffic jams did not form even if one of the calm swimmers changed the direction of movement in an uncontrolled and inappropriate manner. Someone saw it anyway and wrote it down. It wasn't me this time.

I was playing tennis while someone else was counting the points.

Meanwhile, some others were lazily swimming and had no idea of their emergence. They swam in the dark.

There was a red ladder near us. It was difficult to feel its actual size, observing it through the thickets. It was also not clear where it led. But the way up seemed tempting.

The foundaQons of the house had started to wobble some Qme ago. BaRling wild plants and creepers, it was sQll livable. As faithful guardians, the garden gnomes conQnued to fulfill the task given to them.

The story of the painQng was lighter than air. Someone in the distance tried to record it in units of measurement but ended up with another tennis ball hit.

I saw your feet. Each finger was on its own. Just like us playing in the dark.

Sandra Strēle.

Photos: Sandra Strēle