This artistic research chops too broad reality into individual situations and solves them creatively by inventing formative scenarios for the painting process. They prompt me re-thinking my artistic positions as I go. I take game as my research strategy. My tactics consists of trying out various game scenarios. Each stage of painting involves choosing a character, a persona. The phrase “let’s say…” is the key that unlocks conditional reality of artistic practice placing me into a kind of performance for myself and my works. Invisible to spectators this creative attitude transforms the studio into a playground for images and words articulating the doubled conditionality of my chosen character. I create different scenarios for painting in an attempt at escaping from tacit knowledge of a painter. Uttering the phrase “let’s say…,” I cloak myself with a skin of the other, as if animating stuffed animals, masks, and dead images. Stuffed animal is a creature of the past; therefore, in my game, not the skin, but the actions that this skin conditions are important. To put it simply, my painting is about playing cloaked in skins. The animal of my games has never been alive. All my attempts are about raising a stuffed animal from the dead. Parents allow children believing in Santa Claus to destroy this myth later. This is how the world of games, illusions, and imagination breaks off from the world of the “real.” Perhaps this is why my paintings become a “stuffed paintings” – a kind of tapestries – yet another decoration on prop-palace walls. In a single exhibition, two projects merge –choosing of a particular skin (the game) and time of becoming as well as painting by means of the embodied animal. As I change skins, I invite you into my playroom – the painterly reality, each time a different world in a “different” reality. This time, it is the Trakų Vokė Manor. “Let’s say” I’m a princess. I dress up in a new dress and go to the carnival. My face is covered in a layer of powder, my eyelashes are hidden under black mascara, and my lips under pink lipstick. Today is my festival – my exhibition. This is the end of one stage of creative work. So, I need to pick not only a fitting outfit, but also to “turn on” my smile. May I celebrate? Why not? The works have been painted. They are what they are. My creative successes and failures until now known only to me are public –you can see them too. For this carnival, I put on a mask (or maybe take it off). Join in, please!