Hi, I’m Rima, and this blog is primarily a place where I document my various creative projects and post snippets of things that inspire me. I am interested in all things unique and beautiful, but am particularly fond of printmaking.
I’m also the daughter of immigrants. My parents fled Lithuania – a small Eastern European country on the Baltic Sea – after World War II, when it became Soviet occupied. Though I was born in America, I was taught Lithuanian as my native tongue. I grew up on stories of magic looms, amber castles, and nine-headed dragons, surrounded by Lithuanian culture and art. This background has had significant influence in my artwork, as I tend to gravitate toward traditional Baltic folk motifs. You can see examples of my work here.
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Wonderful! I love your kids (real) names. Whenever you talk of Lithuanian school I think of My Big Fat Greek Wedding, when they had to go to Greek school and then – of course – she sends her daughter too!
Love the new site.
My sister-in-law is Lithuanian and her children go to Saturday school in Chicago..I don’t suppose you know her ….
Katybeth´s last [type] ..Odd Word Invitational!
psssst, who is your sister-in-law?
yeah … i think U R great women and keeep me as new friend OK!!!!!!!!
Labas, Rima! As ir stovyklavau Dainavoje!
As perskaiciau tavo straipsni apie LT suri…su Ruta (mano “sena” drauge…tavo “nauja” drauge)…ir labai noreciau ir pabandyti pati padaryti!!!
You had me at Lithuanian. I suppose I am one-quarter Lithuanian if I think about it, although I never think of myself that way or identify with the culture. My maternal grandfather was 100 percent Lithuanian; his parents fled to Canada in the early 1900s. He was born in Montreal but moved around frequently between Michigan and Ohio. Until he was too old to do so, he made annual treks to Montreal to spend time with his Canadian-Lithuanian family. In his final years at the nursing home, he’d often forget where he was and begin talking in Lithuanian. I’m glad I stumbled onto your site via The Smartly. I like your style.