Tired in the Big Flower Forest
Edvards Logins
07/03-29/03/2024
A stranger:
"First of all, so that there are no misunderstandings, the Gardener is not a giant.
Second of all, garden blooms here from prehistory.
You'll have done a service to yourself and to people around you, if you'll ignore Timey's delirius ravings.
He hasn't planted this garden, no, no – only a couple of flowers here and there. So to speak, one tounge a mouth for that lunatic is far too much. I tell you, that one day, I'm simply going to cut it out, no doubt.
When I first arrived here, we walked – me and Timey – as he showed me all the different flowers around. He talked about them a lot, and how he and Gardener cared for them, and how they planted new ones. Now everyday I watch Timey as he's dancing around the garden – eyes closed, body and face twisted and curled up, like that of a retard. All of his life he's intoxicated and alone. He allways will be.
Oh, but don't ask me – I would gladly strangle the poor man. I'm just so terribly, terribly tired.
But where is he now? That reatard, hm?
A stranger:
"All the rush of anger gets tired, liveliness bangs out and dies, and the day suddenly ends. Whomever still considers themselves people, go to sleep. Others continue applauding the Sun, that they don't even see. I'm blind, but Timey's eyes are always closed.
Yet we are still high up on a mountain. Higher than others. We are progressing.
I'll strangle Timey, no doubt. I'll squeeze that shit's fucking eyes in, if he doesn't even use them, and we'll progress even further. It'll benefit all, no doubt.
Still – us here in the garden right now – we are progressing."
Timey:
"Oh, looky, the most beautiful of days, what fruits you bring!
Gardner, come quickly!
A stranger walked here, killed someone, then left it here.
Joy most unfeigned!
Beautiful – just the most beautiful flowers grow on people. Listen, I say I already know, where and what we should plant on this. Twilight spring has dried out – nights never come here. A row of Sunny flowers in it's bed would cover the whole withered mound, that's behind it.
Gardener, oy!
Oh, don't drag your feet like an old fart! Are there trolls there, grabbing on to your boots? Maybe you ate so much today, that the Earth can't hold you above ground no more, is that it?
Have you forgotten, how a man should celebrate? Or a giant?
Do you not celebrate the Sun shining on us?
I close my eyes, and everything's still as bright as day.
GARDENER!"
Timey:
"Damn, you called me a knave, rather than a king, because the kings are supposed to be alone. What nonsense! You yourself are a knave! Serving your ideas, serving all the glass floors you've polished.
Oy, if you'd see – people from all around gather at my massive garden. They come to marvel at me, and what I do. Each of them a lord or a lady probably. Many even higher.
You, in turn, prowling on the floor – so crumbs you like? What is the matter? We should not shuffle around others' feet! We sould stand up and walk ourselves. A knave... what a stupid, moronic, stupid thing to say to somebody. You don't have a life, while you're serving others. You'll never will.
You probably don't hear a thing of what I'm saying. You're probably much too far away. You probably don't even see me talking to you. You have no clue, that I'm talking to you.
Only the heavenly dome hears me now, the neverending sky and the Sun that shines! I hope you know, that it's the only thing me and you still share. Each day I get reminded about it by one of the flowers here. I'm tired of hearing it. I'm so, so tired!"
A stranger:
"I'll break Timey's knees. It'll bring me joy to know how he cries from pain before starving to death!"
A stranger was married once, did you know? Two boys. Unfortunetly he sometimes got sick, whe he was around people for too long, and he ran further off, till the sickness went away. One time though, he didn't fully make it, and threw up on everything – the dinner table, the dining room floor, the wife and a little bit on the kids too.
"I never get sick in the flowers. I don't get well either.
To get well, I need to do bads. For every bad I do, I also give away one handful of my spirit. I take it out, and it pours on the floor. In the hollow place it left in me, a strength then rushes in. It's enough for me to get up and keep looking forward each new day.
Every five bads must be worse than the previous five, so that the spirit would be heavier than my breath, and the Earth would still drink it.
Timey... Timey's a mold, not even a human. Many different worries and fears look at him, no doubt.
I, on the other hand, I do the worse, the most perverse things. Nobody competes with me. Only sheol still looks at me."
Hand written, above the door frame:
If you have come to the Flower Garden, soon enough a stranger will show up and start talking to you.
Hand written, spilled on the floor:
A stranger:
"What's the matter? I'm showing you things, but you're looking at a fucking puddle. Looking for something? Eyeing others? Eyeing little girls? Eyeing under their skirts? Yes, aren't they sweet!"
Whatever is the deal with you, dear spectator, this stranger is no more the man he once was. He doesn't even look under those skirts anymore. Even if there were little girls here, he wouldn't. No, he hates Timey too much, to focus on something else. Far too much, to allow sexual desire.
Hand written, next to winged figure:
Timey:
"On the flowers I'm growing,
On their crowns I'm rising.
Sun's shining so, so bright!
Let the might absorb me,
Let only the might still be!"
Edvarts Logins (1997) received a bachelor's degree at the Latvian Art Academy, Painting department. His work "Image of a woman" has been included in Raivis Zabis' catalogue "The Ripple Effect of Art". In his practice Edvarts gathers ideas from his free time studies in psychiatry and psychology, which complements his broader interest in human behavior and values. Alongside it he gets much of his inspiration from tales, mythologies and legends of different cultures.
Photos: Ieva Viese
Edvards Logins
07/03-29/03/2024
A stranger:
"First of all, so that there are no misunderstandings, the Gardener is not a giant.
Second of all, garden blooms here from prehistory.
You'll have done a service to yourself and to people around you, if you'll ignore Timey's delirius ravings.
He hasn't planted this garden, no, no – only a couple of flowers here and there. So to speak, one tounge a mouth for that lunatic is far too much. I tell you, that one day, I'm simply going to cut it out, no doubt.
When I first arrived here, we walked – me and Timey – as he showed me all the different flowers around. He talked about them a lot, and how he and Gardener cared for them, and how they planted new ones. Now everyday I watch Timey as he's dancing around the garden – eyes closed, body and face twisted and curled up, like that of a retard. All of his life he's intoxicated and alone. He allways will be.
Oh, but don't ask me – I would gladly strangle the poor man. I'm just so terribly, terribly tired.
But where is he now? That reatard, hm?
A stranger:
"All the rush of anger gets tired, liveliness bangs out and dies, and the day suddenly ends. Whomever still considers themselves people, go to sleep. Others continue applauding the Sun, that they don't even see. I'm blind, but Timey's eyes are always closed.
Yet we are still high up on a mountain. Higher than others. We are progressing.
I'll strangle Timey, no doubt. I'll squeeze that shit's fucking eyes in, if he doesn't even use them, and we'll progress even further. It'll benefit all, no doubt.
Still – us here in the garden right now – we are progressing."
Timey:
"Oh, looky, the most beautiful of days, what fruits you bring!
Gardner, come quickly!
A stranger walked here, killed someone, then left it here.
Joy most unfeigned!
Beautiful – just the most beautiful flowers grow on people. Listen, I say I already know, where and what we should plant on this. Twilight spring has dried out – nights never come here. A row of Sunny flowers in it's bed would cover the whole withered mound, that's behind it.
Gardener, oy!
Oh, don't drag your feet like an old fart! Are there trolls there, grabbing on to your boots? Maybe you ate so much today, that the Earth can't hold you above ground no more, is that it?
Have you forgotten, how a man should celebrate? Or a giant?
Do you not celebrate the Sun shining on us?
I close my eyes, and everything's still as bright as day.
GARDENER!"
Timey:
"Damn, you called me a knave, rather than a king, because the kings are supposed to be alone. What nonsense! You yourself are a knave! Serving your ideas, serving all the glass floors you've polished.
Oy, if you'd see – people from all around gather at my massive garden. They come to marvel at me, and what I do. Each of them a lord or a lady probably. Many even higher.
You, in turn, prowling on the floor – so crumbs you like? What is the matter? We should not shuffle around others' feet! We sould stand up and walk ourselves. A knave... what a stupid, moronic, stupid thing to say to somebody. You don't have a life, while you're serving others. You'll never will.
You probably don't hear a thing of what I'm saying. You're probably much too far away. You probably don't even see me talking to you. You have no clue, that I'm talking to you.
Only the heavenly dome hears me now, the neverending sky and the Sun that shines! I hope you know, that it's the only thing me and you still share. Each day I get reminded about it by one of the flowers here. I'm tired of hearing it. I'm so, so tired!"
A stranger:
"I'll break Timey's knees. It'll bring me joy to know how he cries from pain before starving to death!"
A stranger was married once, did you know? Two boys. Unfortunetly he sometimes got sick, whe he was around people for too long, and he ran further off, till the sickness went away. One time though, he didn't fully make it, and threw up on everything – the dinner table, the dining room floor, the wife and a little bit on the kids too.
"I never get sick in the flowers. I don't get well either.
To get well, I need to do bads. For every bad I do, I also give away one handful of my spirit. I take it out, and it pours on the floor. In the hollow place it left in me, a strength then rushes in. It's enough for me to get up and keep looking forward each new day.
Every five bads must be worse than the previous five, so that the spirit would be heavier than my breath, and the Earth would still drink it.
Timey... Timey's a mold, not even a human. Many different worries and fears look at him, no doubt.
I, on the other hand, I do the worse, the most perverse things. Nobody competes with me. Only sheol still looks at me."
Hand written, above the door frame:
If you have come to the Flower Garden, soon enough a stranger will show up and start talking to you.
Hand written, spilled on the floor:
A stranger:
"What's the matter? I'm showing you things, but you're looking at a fucking puddle. Looking for something? Eyeing others? Eyeing little girls? Eyeing under their skirts? Yes, aren't they sweet!"
Whatever is the deal with you, dear spectator, this stranger is no more the man he once was. He doesn't even look under those skirts anymore. Even if there were little girls here, he wouldn't. No, he hates Timey too much, to focus on something else. Far too much, to allow sexual desire.
Hand written, next to winged figure:
Timey:
"On the flowers I'm growing,
On their crowns I'm rising.
Sun's shining so, so bright!
Let the might absorb me,
Let only the might still be!"
Edvarts Logins (1997) received a bachelor's degree at the Latvian Art Academy, Painting department. His work "Image of a woman" has been included in Raivis Zabis' catalogue "The Ripple Effect of Art". In his practice Edvarts gathers ideas from his free time studies in psychiatry and psychology, which complements his broader interest in human behavior and values. Alongside it he gets much of his inspiration from tales, mythologies and legends of different cultures.
Photos: Ieva Viese