What was the 90s like? That extraordinary, turbulent time? The Wall came down, Berlin embraced Berlin and became one. The face of Polish solidarity - a simple moustachioed shipyard worker, a playwright (former stage worker) in Prague - summons spring. Lithuania - Zalgiris, the Rock March and How We Played the Revolution. This is the time when the architect climbs on stage and later allows himself to extend the absurdist performance in a Moscow television studio, which finally blows the roof off all the officials. This is the time when poets make laws, not even make laws - they dream, and the professor, with samurai determination, indulges himself in posturing in the very centre of the twilight tower. The people, with their songs, simply blow the lulled tanks of the enemy straight to the moon. It is a time of fairy tales, of boundless expectations, of faith, of new beginnings (anything is possible!), of eternal youth. It is freedom, the freedom of youth, as vibrant as the first day, when there is only the clear space in front of your eyes and the long-suppressed joy of filling it yourself. Who was Musk? A painter without any formal art studies? A street kid, growing up on the benches of the Pietinis courtyards, an ancestor of a wide family of artists? The "poet of the Bix", as Nerius Pečiūra puts it in his book "Me and the Screwdriver"? The philosopher who sought wisdom in endless speeches in the backstage of the Drama Theatre of that time? A simple worker of "Elnis", a teller of legends about Tashkent? A mystic who read scriptures and raised his hands to the sky-airplanes? The Šiauliai Art Gallery (Vilniaus g. 245) will be open until 16 February.