After serving most of his adult life with one employer and its incarnations, The Postmaster General’s Department, then with its reincarnation as Australia Post, the operations decided to retire many of its staff during cost-cuts within the Graphics Department – it quickly began side-lining its mature staff, cutting jobs and positions and Viktor decided to take the package and deliver himself into retirement.

With a new found lease of time, he could begin to devote himself to the artistic pursuits of his unfinished business.

He collected his correspondences and began publishing them in collections, laid out in beautiful graphic readability and illustrated where necessary . This series of booklets would each be made into 4 copies and then sent off to the close friends with which he had kept a dialogue with.

Then things changed. At first, a simple motor-car crash which left both he and Danute startled but not injured. Then many frustrated conversations where words never made it to his dialogue.

It was a slow creep but an inevitable one where the dialogue with the present slowed and finally faded into frustration: the thief of memory and activity, the one discovered by Dr. Alois Alzheimer in 1910, the one that steals and freezes the cells of activity descended upon Viktor. It wasn’t long after his illustration of “Du Gaideliai” that he simply lost touch with drawing – writing the alphabet became an unfinishable task, drawings descended into frustrated chaos and finally into complete refusal. The light of the gift was snatched back. There was to be no more.

Viktor descended into a personal hell and fought with the devil. After 85 years on our earth he finally closed his eyes and traversed the river.