I have a cap

“Character is how you treat those who can do nothing for you.”

This is my daily walk navigating by the eternities in modern world. My digital pictures, visual thoughts and sound words help locate myself in history of art by transforming the complaints into a play of irony.

key to life

‘The danger of the past was that men became slaves. The danger of the future is that man may become robots.’ — Erich Fromm

Wise sayings comfort the oldsters, release people of good will from the killing sense of their loneliness. Thus the quotes serve as the modern lullabies for the adults. The silent remarks gather together the ages: the strangers beam with the same mindset. The retorts don’t complaint to us of the physical helplessness of their authors, but boldly point to the eternities and thus remind us of God. The tourists rejoice at unforgettably beautiful churches, group their shots and wonder at just one entrance that allures many but opens just to personal knock at a door.

This is my daily walk navigating by the eternities in modern world. My digital pictures, visual thoughts and sound words help locate myself in history of art by transforming the complaints into a play of irony.

high beam

It sleets today and it seems as if the saying “So goes the world” perfectly defines as the season as the eyes of the passersby. It looks blue indeed … therefore my joy was the least believable response to the faced reality. I put on my best suit of clothes; I could just click a button, but I turned on my computer ceremonially : I was going to check my mailbox – I was going to meet You.

WOW! came out of itself at a moment I have read the letter above. Yes, it sleets today, but it seems as if nothing could be better than that. The atmospheric conditions don’t pinch with cold but urge on the corressponding response. Hi, dear … @com !

It may look silly to prank up while driving through a mess, but as I closed in my best – when my dreaming was put into the action – the grieving for my sad destiny was replaced with rejoicing at a lovely picture of friends at a fireplace. Pitch darkness backed away from me – ceded rights to the grateful smile.

This is my daily walk navigating by the eternities in modern world. My digital pictures, visual thoughts and sound words help locate myself in history of art by transforming the complaints into a play of irony.

mysterious address

the broken code

The new post was published on Modus Vivendi blog today. The reality challenged the Colourrain to response. The photo above has appeared such way here. That’s the life. The reality (the competition for the place under a sun – for the daily bread)) urges the artists to remind their forgotten sketchbooks and open the archives- in case they don’t plan to leave a stage.

While I was dreaming over a cup of coffee, what looked as the natural order of events became a riddle. The title of the post on Modus Vivendi blog (cost of eyesight ) helped to break a code.

This is my daily walk navigating by the eternities in modern world. My digital pictures, visual thoughts and sound words help locate myself in history of art by transforming the complaints into a play of irony.

as the saying goes

It is a matter of common knowledge “we are what we say”, thus many give lecturer the nod and forgot all about it. There is no wonder, a cup of coffee costs more than the wisdom. As it were, the reality talks the eloquently.
Consequently, if we are what we say indeed, then what we are looking at is of no account too, because we see what we think about, but not what we are looking at.

These thoughts were nothing knew (well known to many), but I suddenly have felt the need to test the famous sayings. Thus I took my camera and made a quick shot. I didn’t make any sketches, took no arrangements- it was just a quick shot. What was picked up by me starts this post now, and I am guessing what do I see here.

What do you think? Have a look at my blog Candleday too. The same photo looks a bit differently there, but does that change though any? You are welcomed.

This is my daily walk navigating by the eternities in modern world. My digital pictures, visual thoughts and sound words help locate myself in history of art by transforming the complaints into a play of irony.

theoretical background

While walking down a street, I passed by a bookstore. However, I didn’t move by indiffirently. I stopped for a minute and looked at a showcase. Lots of hard covers were noticed by me. I casted a glance at a bookstore and the literature of the whole world was embraced by my eyes.
So to speak, the erudition cost me nothing. It was received for a free. All I needed to do was just to dare to leave the room.

This is my daily walk navigating by the eternities in modern world. My digital pictures, visual thoughts and sound words help locate myself in history of art by transforming the complaints into a play of irony.

archives wake up the memory

This was laid on my table …. for I could recognize myself in my surroundings … I have made a shot once upon a time.
This is what have happened next. Fernando Vincent made the photo the header of my blog. It was my first blog . ‘The Portrait of the Silence’ were my first steps on the Internet …

The blog is closed already, thus the picture belongs to the memoirs folder now… Yet that means I am not dreaming while talking about the magic of the love. The picture above is not a fiction but the reality that comes as the guardian of our creeds in our memoirs. Just think. While recalling my first steps, I am reminded that I was helped to start The Portrait of Silence. It means that I was a student, but not the author. I was helped by Fernando in spite of the fact I didn’t know him prior. Fernando noticed my pictures and wrote to me offering to try to blog. I knew nothing about him till receiving his email. He gifted me a blog and personally tought me to blog till computer breaks stopped our pen friendship. We never have met eye to eye. Can you imagine anything alike?

The meomry is the most convincing proof of the omnipotence of the spirit who indwels in us all and knows no boundaries, but respond to our need in due time.

When we post to our blogs and see no comments, that grieves us. It looks as if we were talking just with a wall, that no one heard us.

However, that is not the truth. The temporal silence is just a test, where no comments symbolizes just a trap.

While talking with a wall people dont bother for the words they talk then. That looks natural, but we are to beware of falling into a trap. We can’t forget the responsobility for our thoughts – the spirit in us listens to us and will respond accordingly to our “silence”.

We are not alone. Just have a look

WOW TWO !!!

This is my daily walk navigating by the eternities in modern world. My digital pictures, visual thoughts and sound words help locate myself in history of art by transforming the complaints into a play of irony.

Hi! dear reader

I am not competent to talk about the nature of consciousness, but I am responsible for my consciousness.

Visually the dreaming over a cup of coffee looks nice, but that’s the silence that symbolizes not the blooming garden, but the withered flower. Our thoughts bring forth the fruits if the beauty of our silence takes a form of our feedbacks to what we are browsing through at a moment. However, that is not a bargain (I will vote for you, IF you will vote for me), but the hearty ‘Hi!’ that comes as if out of itself and demands nothing for that. The smile blossoms at a moment our creeds are put into the deeds.

Hi! dear reader