I spent my childhood next to a lake in Kurzeme - a place rich in blue clay. My sister and I moulded everything we wanted from it. Then, we dried our creations, painted them with watercolours and coated them with glue for a glossy finish. To this day, I create little birds with love to make their songs more beautiful!

The old Latvian tales tell the story of times when the God's sons married the Sun's daughters and people could understand animals and birds, when lakes were drifting in the air and the youngest son travelled the world to find happiness. "Go see and bring back the unknown," said the King and gave him a magic whistle...

No other bird sings like the nightingale, No other bird coos like the wood pigeon. In the garden behind my workshop I always see birds flying and bringing me happy thoughts and pleasant encounters. Let this pigeon be the messenger of your happy days!

I'm from Riga -a city boy. Look up to Riga's church towers! Roosters sit proudly on top of them with the sunshine lighting up their frames. My big brothers are made of gold and copper but I am from clay. Play my song and it will take you back to Riga.