Is it a smile or the tears?

The picture testifies my love, depicts my choice to give thanks for I am.

dry-eyed

the fine arts versus reality

The Art Flowers

Relationship between the fine arts and our spirituality

The fine arts are composed from the masterpieces of the sculpture, of oil paintings, watercolors… from lots of different forms of expression.

The complaints are hard to hear and typically boredom yet we are used to meet them almost on a daily basis. We are reading about the various disasters and the awful bureaucracy, the obvious crime… we are used to look at the mirror daily. I am talking about the mirror of the fine arts, the mirror that affects us not by the design but through what it tries to depict to us- to show the remnants of our own spiritual disability healed by the divine light.

Currently the Graffiti is considered to be the modern art, one of these different art forms that were mentioned above. Therefore all I have said about the impact of the fine arts should fit to Graffiti too, in spite I would like to name it not the fine arts, but the ordinary rough stuff, the hooliganism. Have a look at a photo of the wall on the heart of the town and decide by yourself what the art is about. Is our tolerance a symbol of our civilization or the awful apathy, the concern exclusively with the self alone?

Art truth

The photo puts clear, all I have to defend is the smile.

As we all know, the movement is the best medicine in our life. The same is true in the world of the fine arts. The illusion of the movement of the light attracts the most and gives as a meaning so the purpose to the pictures that we frame and are proud of.

The Tale of the Night

“W O W !!!” is the typical sigh in the exhibition halls of the fine arts.
Yet it transforms soon into a question, what is this? Is it an oil painting, or the digital creation? Is it just a sheet of a watercolors?
The answer strictly impacts the ranking, so to say, depicts what is only a cheap play and what represents the eternities.

“WOW“,what the typical reactions meaningless are.
Have a look. I can paint either with a brush, or with my own finger. The tools mean nothing at all. What is framed on the wall is just a reflection of my trying to catch the eternities, to portrait the dance of the divine light. That’s the priceless. What means indeed is our personal response to what was perceived by us in the picture on the wall.

Unfortunatelly, that is the twice- told tale that bothers artists of all ages.

The riddle of the art of listening

While the people are weeping, is not it rough to share my joyful experiences? In spite of the fact, I am hearty grateful to Asoka for the”terror granny” blog post http://www.aksworld.com/blog/2006/08/17/the-terrorist-granny/and the invitation to participate in the discussion.
Let me explain that more profoundly.I was greatly confused, yet THAT RECALLED the essentials, and I was healed so, renewed and inspired to forget my body’ autumn.

Terrorism isn’t an artistic fantasy, but the rough reality, and therefore there is no place to any apathy or scientific discussions about the good or bad taste. Increase in terrorism depicts a state of our current day and fills our lives with fear ad anger. It hides the sun in the darkest clouds and makes everything meaningless. Have a look. People strive to fortify the peace, to inhabit the truth worldwide, however, in spite of these generous desires the number of the innocent victims terrifying increases, and it seems that there isn’t any solution. This is the most fearful. Yet, can it be so indeed?

Worry lifts up the eyes to the heaven and the sacred scriptures start speaking, we discern God’s call amidst current turmoil and our humble response creates the miracles. We encounter babyish smiles of playing children in a state of ruin and stir to the depth. The horror gives back the place to the dawn. Faith in God is the one and only way to survive and have the life, the eternal life without any fear and full with eternal joy. Yet faith in God don’t mean looking exclusively to the heaven, but in the recognizing God’s Spirit indwelling in each of us, in recognizing the self in each other and addressing the former stranger as my dear brother in spirit. God’s love has nothing in common with the laziness or the social apathy. God’s word is our comforter, the healer and the flag as the ultimate goal of all humanity.

Terrorism provides us possibility to choose, to answer personally, who I am. Do I fight for my own understandings and cut the earth in opposing each other camps, or am I a God’s child, the fearless knight of the divine Love?
An end of the terrorism I see as the end of a flesh. We all will die one day and the corpse will witness the spiritual revival of the faithful then. However, there isn’t any need to wait for that. In Jesus name we can be reborn just now and for ever.
Terrorism is the evil that might be defeated spiritually. The terrorism doesn’t fear any other weapons, but otherwise. It rejoices at the music of the guns.

Riddle of the Fine Arts

A story of the fine arts is the story of the Love.

What is the love? While saying I love you, I may have in a mind either a simple sex or the glorious brotherhood, yet the love may be and divine, the agape.

Thus while looking at a picture we inescapably ask ourselves, what is that?

The artistry is on the level with the purity.