Ruta Skriptaite. Cute Little Pictures & Bitter Sweet Stories
My name is Ruta Skriptaite and I am a Lithuanian- born, UK - based, self-taught artist. My painting technique and colours are raw, often cold and intense. My pallet is dominated by a range of shades of blue and blood-red oil paint. I paint with brushes and kitchen knives. My art is one of disclosure. I draw inspiration from my life experiences while living in the cold but electric city called London. Using my life events as inspiration for art, I reveal my still on-going journey of self-discovery while residing in this strange city. My art touches upon emotions we often tend to suppress, such as loneliness, fear of loss and grief. At the same time, it promotes acceptance of self as well as making peace with what we have no control over.
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I present artworks from four still in progress series: The Tales of a Lucid Dreamer, The Stories of Magical City Cats, The Memories of Poppy Fields and The Seasons of Red & Blue Soul. In The Tales of a Lucid Dreamer, I communicate about the journey to self-acceptance, finding your true purpose and learning how to be comfortable in your own skin. In The Stories of Magical City Cats, I attempted to capture the theme of loneliness and estrangement as the price of being part of a magnificent megapolis. In The Memories of Poppy Fields, I delve on the concept of friendship and its relationship with one’s identity. My fourth series, The Seasons of Red & Blue Soul is a reflection of my attempts to accept the experiences of loss. To me these paintings are about the splendour of befriended loneliness, magnificence of a mended, once broken heart. The fifth series - The Poems about Creatures of Night & Day is an attempt to juxtapose and draw parallels between two from the first glance incomparable poles - mystical realm and metropolitan lifestyle.
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Thus, meet me on the rooftops of the Blue and Red city where I am learning to be alone with myself, accepting myself for who I am, re-discovering myself layer by layer and finding the warmth in the coldest shades of my pallet.
With love,
R.
