It's a gift to see the joy in a child's eyes. If this little svilpaunieks can put a smile on a youngster’s face, it has proven its worth. Spread the happiness!

I take a piece of Latvian clay and mould it with my hands until a little miracle is born.

Latvians see birds as messengers. A lark calls to weddings, a tomtit brings news from soldiers, a nightingale wakes the ploughmen in spring mornings, an oriole is the herald of rain but a corncrake foresees rye harvest. Let it bring the message you're expecting!

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.