There’s small choice in rotten apples   (William Shakespeare, a writer in England, – „The Taming of the Shrew”)

Every rotten apple has the right to have its own story    (Rudu, a girl in Latvia, somewhere on the Net)               

Don’t eat this apple. It’s a piece of art   (Guntis Berelis, a writer in Latvia)

An apple is an individual being   (Imants Lancmanis, an artist in Latvia)

Photographs are shown as little pieces of Nature. One must only see what is important – an apple. Over the course of a year a child of an apple-tree grows, dies and vanishes to be reborn in spring. It is both a joyous and sad event in the orchard of apple-trees.

Photographs have the ability to show Nature and try to capture its perfection. Nothing else matters. Everything in Nature is harmonious, well-balanced, pure, beautiful and fulfilled; even a coincidence has its own internal order. A man, in a self-confident manner, tries to alter, contort and improve it, calling it an art.

There is a desire to show as much as possible as can be seen in Nature. These are mainly portraits of apples. Apples are watching, turning away distrustfully, running in fear; one apple is crushing the other. They are eaten, bitten and thrown away. All the apples are doomed. There are different characters, looks, states of health and life stories.

An apple speaks for itself. One must only try to reproduce the joy of colours of Nature. Photographs do not need frames, glass, titles, captions or tasteful arrangements.