Vytautas Virzbickas: "In Lethal Understanding"

12 April - 18 May 2018

On 12 April 2018 the opening of the solo exhibition In Lethal Understanding by the sculptor Vytautas Viržbickas will take place at Vartai gallery, where the artist will present his latest sculptures and installations. 


Vytautas Viržbickas (b.1987) has BA and MA degrees in Sculpture from the Vilnius Academy of Arts. Among other venues, the works of this artist have been exhibited in Panevėžys city art gallery (2010), LTMKS project space Malonioji 6 (2012), Vilnius; Le Megasin contemporary art museum (2014), Grenoble, France; Si:said gallery (2015), Klaipėdaviennacontemporary 2016, Vienna; Artissima art fair (2017), Turin. The artist has also been involved in group shows: Chess city blocks, Nida Art Colony, Nida (2012), Viennacontemporary (2015), Vienna; Artissima art fair (2015), Turin; Žilvitis, Vartai gallery (2016),Vilnius; Body and Darkness, Vartai gallery (2017), Vilnius. The works of Vytautas Viržbickas have been acquired by Servais Family collection (Belgium), Mo museum (Lithuania) and private collections in Lithuania, Austria and Egypt.  



Živilė and Jonas Garbaravičiai 


Renata and Rolandas Valiūnai 


Exhibition supported by
Ministry of Culture of the Republic of Lithuania, Lithuanian Council for Culture 

Gallery supported by

Vilnius City Municipality, Art Fund, Vilma Dagilienė, Romas Kinka, Lietuvos Rytas, Ekskomisarų biuras 


Graphic design 

Jurgis Griškevičius 

Installation Views
Press release

On 12 April 2018 the opening of the solo exhibition In Lethal Understanding by the sculptor Vytautas Viržbickas will take place at Vartai gallery, where the artist will present his latest sculptures and installations. 


‘It would be good if you were to swear at least once in that text,’ says Vytautas to me. ‘It would be really good,’ I think to myself, ‘to swear at least once with certainty that the world will disappear with all its problems, glass display units and the drowned. Profanity should dissolve suffering, send everything far far away to a place which even your cock can’t reach, which natural darkness cannot penetrate. But we can never manage to do that, even when we find ourselves in the capital of grief, in which we can only curse each other like murderers that have been caught.  


Vytautas Viržbickas’s imagination is an endangered species – like fairy tales, heroic deeds and people without mobile phones. Metaphorical, literary and independent thought, it would seem, could lead straight to abstraction but instead it gives birth to concrete and unwieldy visual chimeras. Routine pessimism becomes a sad fable, told in the voice of a citizen watching TV. Illustration, kitsch, fuck those epithets – it’s aesthetics which refuses to be relevant while it is trying  to not drown, quench its thirst and save itself in any other way, taking care to keep its oily hands off a guest’s suit. 


This warehouse of props you find yourself in is a place of a thousand and one deaths. Death after freezing on a bench (Bench for Homeless), the death of Ophelia, who was told unambiguously and impolitely: you’re a bitch (Ophelia. To Go with the Flow). The death of a ruler, leaving behind an old jester and a new seven-year-old king with all of that trite tension which strengthens their positions (Lest it Blow Away. A Seven-Year-Old King). Death after exhausting all possible existence and curling up in your own cupboard, leaving behind a couple of words and some plastic, and not thinking even once that a cleaned-out wardrobe leaves no need for a coffin (Everything. Almost. Selfie - joke). 


Old stories, archetypes of doubtful origin, an attempt to scoop up air and space – everything that both a human being and a dog grasp on when stuck in lethal understanding (Sandwich With Efforts on Both Sides). What we most don’t want to see is what is inevitable – just how awkward is the Breeze of Change, blowing through good taste and reminding us of an existence beyond the limits of the world of us fine wonderful people. The place in which we never  pray or party is where some people toast their heavy black flasks, unable to break out of this nomadic prison, even though it’s made of straw and sprayed with the outdated dream of capitalism (A Couple of Sips). You could say it’s horrible – but look, clouds kiss above their heads, not ours. 


Viržbickas’s work is as elegant as an encounter with an axe or a sausage, as a desperate cry to fuck off so you can work with a clear conscience. But pushing someone away in order to protect them is an especially noble and graceful act. The artist’s grace is hidden in those actions which he chooses not to put into effect, respectful as he is of the limits of the theoretical world and unwilling to accept the services of pretension. They are of no use when you can only drink and weep, when you don’t have anyone to dance with, when you have to build your own work bench and leave the studio suddenly, since it is not even a home, but someone else’s real estate. Probably the only thing more transparent than glass is sadness and tranquillity. Their union is almost erotic – like an old tyre, unfurling into a curl which you can no longer brush off your lost lover’s neck. 


Shit: the show’s begun and I am not even done swearing. 


Monika Kalinauskaitė