Old photo

“The awareness of some principles compensates the ignorance of multitude of facts” said the wise man once upon a time. The above was labelled as the wise saying and so forgotten by many.

However, the archaeologist study the ruins, and the Fairyland revive in the Art Galleries till now.

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… as I recall your comments, your feedbacks create the miracle anew. Thanksgiving joins people together at a moment they welcome one other. Thus the prior strangers become the good-travelers and the reality blossoms with the dreamse in the applause.

gratitude

As a tiny seed grows the highest tree, so your comments write the most wonderful poem of gratitude in my heart.

Today is the same as once upon a time

I’m browsing through my archives.

what for do I need a car if nobody awaits me nowhere?

Once upon a time I took a deep breath, and it was good indeed. Therefore the healthy-living exercise was repeated for some time… until I asked myself, what do I enjoy in the concrete?

Coastal story

The waves kiss the seashore of my homeland. Wow, that’s so symbolical. Just think, I and the waves-we both are together- it means I’m not alone.

However, where are the people?

Dear bloggers, do you you hear me? Let’s sink together in the silence of the gratitude.

magic of response

What does make our arts and crafts the fine arts?

The titles work like magic in transforming an ordinary shot into the ARTWORK that deals with the eternities. That truth awakens the wish to study the word. Consequently, we face lots of newsmen. The above looks logically, but brings no light- wile fine art grow in cost, the newspaper does otherwise, isn’t it? Or does anybody worry for the yesterday’s paper?

While the “hard news” were filling the waste-paper baskets, the unknown passerby was reading his diary as the best poetry, and the word enlightened his path.

talks on oneness/spiritual brotherhood of the humanity sound grand indeed. Lots of good posts overfill the newspapers … Unfortunately, good dreams are not enough for to dry the eyes of our sick today.   Why did we receive the opposites of our hearty expectations?  What’s wrong?  Why did we face just the bloody confrontations everywhere around?

Love is as the greatest gift, so the daily test.  Love can’t be produced by any social laws. It is entirely the personal feature, that is high above all human directives. Our dreams look nice but are not enough for to dry the eyes of our sick today.  Life needs not the compassionate viewers,  but the concrete actions- the personal response.

discovery of the blidness

This photo was picked from my archives. It was the real discovery… the shot is old already, but it talks till now. The picture as comforted me again, so warned of the blindness that will come inescapably in case I will start enjoy my own works. If we focus on ourselves, the tears appear inescapably – a look at a mirror convinces of the past of the youth and makes prior passions the weeping memoirs that distorts the truth). The artist who enjoys his pictures sees just himself and that is the disability.

Life reminded me of the statement:
“Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.”

However, what do we do in the concrete? What do you think? Please have a look at the wish for blossom out

tales in disguise

What’s under the gas-mask?

… as I began painting, my self-knowledge was increased through the appreciation of all artists.
I recognized the ARTIST in each one of us, and the strangers left my road.
When I became aware of God’s presence, my daily walk have obtained the meaning.

While writing one and the same text, each one of us uses his own style of handwriting. However, while reading the letter, no one become confused because of such “novelties”. The manner of writing didn’t confuse anybody, because we are looking not for the founts- the “Arial” or the “Times New Roman” (Trebuchet MS or Verdana) mean nothing of itself there. These different styles are just the different names of the same self expression in Hi, my dear.

While driving, we see lots of traffic signs and no one doubts for the need to take the corresponding actions then. Just rejoicing at the beauty of the signs would result in inescapable penalty. While the traffic signs guards us on the highways, the artworks should expand that area into the whole our life.

Unfortunately, people are used to evaluate the above as something admirable out of itself in the Art Galleries. Consequently, the various disasters come as the natural outcome of our culture. We are just dreaming about the harmony between mind and heart in everyday life.

Isn’t it strange?  What do you think?

silence

While putting my pictures on a blog, I was silent about the location of much more inspiring colors. That was so indeed, but now let me apologize for my selfishness. Let me uncover the secret. The most astounding artwork can be found in the magical window that gaze at you from under each post. That’s the page for your comments.

Yes, that sounds a bit strange indeed. Thus you are surprised. Therefore let me explain all above more profoundly. As you come to a page for leaving your reply, you face not the free space for the writing, but your your own opportunities to awake. Wow, the miracle happens when the passive viewer who inhabited inside us gives a stage to the creator you become at a moment you leave the reply. When you are putting down what was grasped by you, you are reading not my musings, but start listening at your own heart. What could be more glorious than the recognition of that secret light? There are lots of interesting places to visit, but nothing can look more attractive than the personal awakening. Our comments are the magical windows. Do you see your own past sitting back in awe towards you now?