I was born in 1955 Dreams know no roadblocks. However, when I look back to my road, it seems to me that I am dreaming, and literally all that had happened to me looks impossible. My head bones were broken and I ought to be dead, was returned to life after some walk on the edge of the death … My disability pension isn’t enough to anything, but I have arranged already more than 50 art shows. Isn’t that a miracle? Just one frame costs more than I receive per month. However, I am not starving and I am not a homeless. And I share my pictures with the world but not the complaints… Thus the past becomes hard to trust. It looks like a narration of Don Quixote's story but not my own CV. Thus the definition of what is possible reflects not the reality but just the level of our faithfulness and serves us like the measure of our maturity. At the moment all my works are the digital. I also write. That is the same art but just other form of expression. My blog has links to my PDF book and other sites where my artworks is put. I participate in art rehabilitation movement for the people with disabilities and am a member of Samogitian Artists Association, Klaipeda, Lithuania.