Summer 2013


Humidity in the air smells wood, honey, and feels colour yellow- which is about to get busy colouring our essence ahead... Later on- like a chameleon does- yellow will change into red, and finally- into brown- to give more sense to that humidity, which smells wood...

Slowly, bit by bit, I am getting tired of old life I still live. I feel the changes in my heart and with this feeling I stay. Preparation process is hazing upon my reality--------

... with an organic salmon, fresh dill, avocado and pine nut salad I make.

... with Saturday afternoon walk.

... with Saturday evening stop.

... with Saturday night hold.

... with Sunday morning rebirth...


Transformation is a point. No separation is a fact.


(like football and Guinness you see, hehehe)

'... it's just the way you laugh'- recorded chat from the table next to mine. I remember those times I first met you- you allured my Soul and my mind... When you laugh- and you laugh all the time- all the world laughs together with you... And that is a part, I could never resist... Ah, I still do think about you...


The most beautiful rainbow outside to complete my lunch time! Tribute to fading summmmer...


Does seasons change for a reason?

Adomas Trakumas, 2011

Adomas Trakumas, 2011

by Brigita Stasun


My first acupuncture session gave me the feeling- I am fine! And I am going to be double fine soon. Very soon.

Time for flowers, my precious girl!


'Now and then is good to pause in your pursuit of happiness and just be happy.'


I see Phoenix on my way home!! UNBELIEVABLE!! Wow...

Briga Saulė, 2013

Briga Saulė, 2013

Football and Guinness for me tonight! Yeah, man- all good- and I better stay cool!


Gorgeous- I can never get tired of praising you, no :)

by Brigita Stasun


One more shock for my already crushed heart... Is this for real?? I do not even reach for a question 'why'... Shortage of breath once again. I just hope this message reaches me. That's all...

by Brigita Stasun


Ah, those mysteries of inner travels... Confusing at times, that's for sure.

'Get used to the beautiful life and don't be afraid to overindulge'- my Soul is dancing around...

Today the sky looks like the sea that day, when my first surfing experience happened... Purely- 'theatre of fluency'- as John O'Donohue describes...

Float zone-------- alright-------- for a while-------- here I stay--------

Golden Strand beach, Achill Island.  Briga Saulė, 2013

Golden Strand beach, Achill Island. Briga Saulė, 2013

by Brigita Stasun


Or, maybe, I am looking for the past, as my friend says. The suggestion I have to weight...

'Optimists and pessimists live in the same world; they just look for different things and find what they are looking for.'


'Enjoy the dull stuff. The dirty washing can represent your family. The school run is a chance to listen to your kids.'


'Put an open pencil in your mouth (in the same way a dog carries a stick)- so it has to smile. If your mouth is smiling, your brain thinks you are happy, and your mood changes...'


What made you happy today??

by Brigita Stasun


My beautiful flower Tara!! Uplifting, inspiring, brings energy of fresh and new- every time she comes around- just before I tend to embark towards some kind of melancholic sorrows...

I could listen and not to hear her- for hours... I just stay under an umbrella of her joys never ending, and thank thank thank Universe for those butterflies sent...

We sit outside with a glass of French red- watching the sea, talking the dress for her wedding day... I realize, how importantly pleasant the details, when creating a dream- are... Tara is marrying Love of her life! On Portugal's land- their favourite one. Under a sunshine forever to stay...

'Get yourself connected...'- plays from a cafe inside...

My excitement grounds itself down. Steady, true, new again...

by Brigita Stasun




Open the blinds- let the Light in!! Open the windows and doors- let the breath function!!

You will have to go through this. Somehow...

Honesty is under question mark here for us...

Marius Puodžiūnas, 2010

Marius Puodžiūnas, 2010

by Brigita Stasun


Sometimes I am just tired of living.

Or, maybe, those spiders are tangling me into their cobwebs, damn them...

Church bells starts ringing... Fishing time must be... Mackerels here to party! And just like that- one on a hook for you- catch--------

Are we all living other people's lives at some point??

Trembles horizons... Minimum sense. And maximum fags (which leads me to wayyyyy weaker orgasms!), ah.

I am a bad bad bad friend in wrong shoes, hehehe.

Self Love, don't you go...

by Brigita Stasun


Alluring my Saturday morning! Gentle. Quiet. Creative! Green in colour, with a smell of coconut and a fact of leaving summer. With a stroke of blue feeling in the world of unicorns...

No strings attached... To the past or the future. You can cut out your addictions this very moment too- if you choose. If not yet, just keep an eye- on that fine line- when your present becomes your past in a blink of an eye... Prolonged past... Which is also alright :)

Maybe floating is my favourite state? Crab's nature enduring... ??

Self Love, please, don't go...

Briga Saulė, 2012

Briga Saulė, 2012

Everything is passing by... Beyond the windows and my eyes... I spend so much time spinning in those circles... Discovering and experiencing all the corners, they don't even have. With an antidote or without. I am still moving... At my own paste... Self loving time, really. Under a purple haze of summer's night smoke- silently, gently... I am tripping about...

by Brigita Stasun


Rainy day, watermelon, shiny shiny legs (pure coconut oil- for face, body, hair and Soul- at Evergreen- for 1,99!), 'Sminky Shorts' and an intention to get it all from a sober sober life! Cranky, happy and self loving as one!

Briga Saulė, 2013

Briga Saulė, 2013

Sober life is not happening just yet :)

Self Love, please, don't go...

Non productiveness is starting to haunt me. When will time be right??

by Brigita Stasun


Everybody are smiling around. Even that the air is starting to cool down- sun's kisses are not that hot any more... But everybody is still happy out. They still want to surf and to float little more... In the water and in the sand... In warmest beauty of summer no more...

Salthill, Galway.  Briga Saulė, 2013

Salthill, Galway. Briga Saulė, 2013

I sink my feet into thermal sand... I feel- we embark towards autumn... But it is bright in my heart. I look towards change. I look forwards unknown of an autumn...


That is how I do it.

That is me.

Beautiful me.





by Brigita Stasun


Every day is the same step important- ahead.The big and a small. Every day is a detail of the same significance in a puzzle of picture, created for me. It is a course of events and a speed of their motion I play here with...


I juggle around with my future. Forward and backward, and in between. With all those ideas of seen, felt, touched and carried within for a while. Some of them never meant to surface into a matter- but aligned anyway. I polish the big ones- oh, yes I do... Overall- all in process. And in progress, as well. Of my development... of... becoming... aaa... Love... transmitter...

And that is all you have to be, you know. Do you know that? That is all.

Me.  Arnold T, 2012

Me. Arnold T, 2012

I love watching you. I love watching what you do and what you don't do. I love the way you do it. Because I just love you.

by Brigita Stasun


Welcome to your magic holiday, sugar!

The one and only rule- R E L A X! There is nowhere to hurry. You have freedom of time, choice and resources.

'The Willow' cafe with its antique tea pots, causers, cups, embroider table cloths- so subtle history to touch; and white sugar cubes, which I ret in my tea (like Irish people- a cookie)- for a delight of the visuals...

My hippie hat, new gemstones and chakra's incense- for the work to be done...

Tired, a little bit broke, a little sad, with an aim to remain totally sober to experience all those raw feelings I always tend to forget... Do not ask me why. I don't know why. That's why :)

In Westport, lavenders lives in vases in every cafe. They will live in my memory too... Colours of light blues, yellows, pinks, greens are tripping my mind; and bees, messing with everybody's calm pleasure... Russian language sounds bathed in pink lemonade... Tourists, in full ammunition, ready to climb a mountain of their biggest ambition... A laugh of a child, and all those dogs, with a character traits of the humans... So simple and sunny. Smile, you are one of those beautiful people, Sunshine!

Mulranny village welcomes me with white figurative clouds, pinkish stones on the beach, and loved up couple... The shadows of mountains feels very far away. Visible, but not material, if you know what I mean...

Mulranny, Co Mayo.  Briga Saulė, 2013

Mulranny, Co Mayo. Briga Saulė, 2013

Strong wave of Light...

So much of it all, already.

So much of the biggest....

Island of Achill- perfection you able to bear... There is no wind either, this time. Everything so all the same- just like I left it last summer... I lie in dunes of Keel Bay, catching up with the sea- how you've been, how's the weather...

Serenity. And peace of mind.

Present moment begs to be felt...

Keel beach, Achill Island.  Briga Saulė, 2013

Keel beach, Achill Island. Briga Saulė, 2013

Bit windy, but not so cold, rainy day... I sit in a cafe of surfers, beside the entrance door- on the edge with nature's very intimacy, which you can clearly feel it on both sides... Feels wet and dry at the same time... Surfing in a slow motion movie... Soooooo blue... 

'... easy like Sunday morning'- I hear a radio play...

'Who is going for a surf first? You? Me? Sara? Or Jack?'- cafe staff giggles...

Purest that morning of Sunday- island of Achill be blessed...

'Master the five senses of your imagination'- I empty my head of all the knowledge and let myself flow...

'Be gentle. Creative. Adventurous.'- Remi Bertoche suggests, in his book of Surfing Art stuff...

I go surfing tomorrow... Today- I just be.

Briga Saulė, 2013

Briga Saulė, 2013

Old school hotels are my favourite, so you know! With the same leather furniture and even an orthopaedic chairs around! Running corners of ceilings, dead flies on window boards, and curtains- which sacrificed their colours to integrate into a rainy season of Dugort... Canterbury bells in Ikea vases (I have one of those too :), barely alive pool table and four jugs for one cup of coffee- one with coffee, one with milk, one with sugar and one- full of water (which is two times bigger than a jug with coffee)- all for two euro, hehe.

Smell of dampness, antiquity and just 'day to day' living... Nostalgia can sense only a stranger... All the locals goes with the flow- expressed in pink t-shirts and Adidas runners. In here?? On the very edge of the world?? In Ireland- all can flow or float- depends on your choice- again...

Hotel staff- in their late sixties- dealing with an Environmental Health lads over the phone so confidently- you watch and learn!!

A cigarette! You cheeky cheeky fox, hehehe... I enjoy it outside, watching rain dripping on the puffs made from soft material... (Will they ever dry up?) I smoke in a moment, when sadness triumphs... Bag of 'nuts' is catching my eye. '... she lives a lonely life...'- is catching my ear...

Soundtrack from 'The Beach' next- reminds me of an importance of taking a chance... I am floating in a mix of present and past... My present, and someone else's past...

I have to leave behind half pot of coffee... Liquid moments are overflowing my being...

Solid liquid.  Artur Andriko, 2011

Solid liquid. Artur Andriko, 2011

Pathway through the jungle leads me to the church, which hosts live concert of an Irish traditional sounds... Delight of the surprise!

by Brigita Stasun


... another page to close on a victory. In a form, I have never expected it to happen. 'To thy own self be true' (Shakespeare) feeling- vivid so much, knocked at my door...

Take take take this one also...

One of 'those' days- sky blue thinking is blasting in small, and thinking in circles tells his old tales- that is a consequence of uncontrolled excitement.

'Love no matter what'- is a result desirable.


Work in progress.

Do not enter.


Notion of finite resources...

What you have is all you have?


In psychology world, I believe, Self-Affirmation I greet...

by Brigita Stasun


It is pouring outside!! Rain came so unexpected; the one which lasts only a few moments... With a thunder and lightning- in the middle of a day- to wash wash wash away all the dust of doubts... I hang on a widely opened window, watching a ritual of restart... So powerful, so refreshing... Holy rain of this land!!

Billie Myers and I are kissing this rain...


... if you knew what I'm left imagining...

I apply red lipstick onto my lips and scooting away to the theatre of town... To see rising superstar perform! Thanks to you all, my dear loved ones- indulgence, inspiration and Love- the holy trinity of the present moment- expanding...

Briga Saulė, 2013

Briga Saulė, 2013

by Brigita Stasun


... I hear the same laugh, coming from my own mouth... What a miracle!!

Love Love Love forever and ever- amen!!

Yes, yes, yes, baby, you are plenty!!!

Coral Transvaal daisies and the season of peaches... My house smells 'Vetiver and White Forest' delights... Surfing lessons in my pocket reminds me to keep dreaming, keep wishing, keep loving and keep (it up)... hehehe

by Brigita Stasun


Have you ever heard the angels laughing?? The ones, which comes to visit two separate Souls, living in one human body... The ones, which drinks the same sup of air in a different Universes... The ones, which understands the same word in a differently expressed language... All converging into one perfect line- all is Love.



(... inspired by a laugh of a friend, who awaits for an angel.)

by Brigita Stasun


Inside of a wheel of an urban reality... A little surreal- with a top class art gallery in my little town, psychedelic sounds from a radio, sweaty feet, dehydrated feelings and an intention to stay high...

Welcome to the expressionism of Galway Art Fest! So many facts of an urban confusion around! Raw feeling of a wheel of fortune- spinning fast and faster, as never before! There is no time to think or feel. The trap of move we are in... It does not even allows me to stop for a moment and feel a little sad, after meeting up with my good (??) old past... Even when I understand, that that past is already different form and different feel present (is it still that good??)... The one I would not agree to represent... It manages to leave me with a feather of self pity, though... White feather, but still... He has new girlfriend, and I don't...

Let's just dive into an urban fortune, what the hell. My best summer dress, double espresso at plus twenty six degrees of Celsius, full head of every sort of stimulus and two million people moving around... Cliché versus Value. Space out... 



(... so real of surreal.)

Briga Saulė, 2013

Briga Saulė, 2013

by Brigita Stasun


Three gorgeous peonies- a gift from a friend! Pathway to the beach... Creaking sand on my feet and those providential jellyfishes of the month of July... Still in the meadows and next to them... On a slightly different evening of Friday...


higher than a tern can fly.


by an Absolute.


laughter of friends.


value of the bond.


how we grow...



(... purity of the beautiful.)

Briga Saulė, 2013

Briga Saulė, 2013

by Brigita Stasun


My eyes are open, my mind is open, my heart is sad...

Briga Saulė, 2013

Briga Saulė, 2013

The sea has an amazing ability to wash, rinse and tumble dry you...

Summer settles into watermelons once again.

Process of birth continues...


From a labyrinth

within the space



Finding rain in the dust...

by Brigita Stasun