Where is Butterfly

Where is Butterfly 2009 by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania

The question where is the butterfly fills the diaries as our today reminds the weeping sky.  While painting needs no words,  the descriptive lines  dominate our talks. The definitions are just necessary to clear the streets  of  worry for self.  Thus WordPress handed me out of silence, offered the blogs that became inseparable from my being. I am grateful for that opportunity to voice my longing for peace and love.   The blogging gives publicity to our dreams, and thus  while looking at the picture, I didn’t fear  the artwork – the picture’s dampness didn’t freeze, but inspired. Where is the butterfly?

what enables me to breath freely

family connection by Tomas Karkalas 2009

I looked underfoot and sat back in awe. I saw not the litters covered with snow, but just unforgettable artwork – the picture of  a couple. While travel-films typically just wake up the dreams and inspire,  the sight at what’s underfoot always reveals what enables us to breathe freely.  While there  were just one footprint, the dark spot wasn’t alone:  the leaves from under the snow visualized the lovely face nearby. That wasn’t just an artistic fantasy but the reality- the truth of my being.

autumn melody

 

autumn melody 2009

I’m going to  send my autumn melody to Alphainventions.com and therefore know this digital painting will receive lots of clicks, the artwork will break through the silence.   I hope you will speak your mind and the  November’s wind stop  fear us to go outside.  You will find why does sunlight turn pale then and we will enjoy the new colors together.

 

art amidst the noise of busy town

amidst the noise of busy town

The artworks typically play a trick  on us amidst the noise of busy town: beauty look at us in disguise of a litter till the dreams close our eyes – till we enter into the picture and throw down the viewer’s masks.  Then the picture revive to applaud to us, who dared to live according to dreams and rejoice not over the brush stroke of some master, but  personal being in the hug of friends. Thus dark nights sparkle with love.  Why did it vanish from sight at the arrival in dawn? Child for Life looks around and share his photos on a web, thanks the WordPress  for the hand of support to break through the silence.