a cap of art by Tomas

my cap

Current events helped me to see my cap in the new light. What was just a header of Art by Tomas blog unexpectedly obtained  new meaning- what was just one of my pictures suddenly became the precious one as I turned on my computer and met just empty screen instead of the familiar entrance to my blog.  All my works were lost due to  some  server break …  It seemed that the blinking  of autumn clouds outside my window were sneering  at me.   My meeting with the loss questioned me what was the true meaning of all my activity.  The loss transferred the header of my blog into the living warning – depicted empty screen as my empty hands at the resurrection. My past jumped into the future and I recognized oneself  naked.

Blogspot Team quickly fixed the problem, thanks, what was lost run again on a web, and my heart joyfully pulsed again.  So I questioned myself,  did I learn the lesson? Did I seize what I received for free?

As I recalled my photo Confrontation with Oneself, the  old picture started to talk much louder .

confrontation with oneself

confrontation with oneself 2009 by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania

The confrontation with oneself was the inescapable as the duel in the times when the honor was hold higher than paper certificate… as I  can to write about that now,  it means I remained alive, yet was that a victory?

The autumn came, the fall festival arrived. All questions received the answers and thus the truth was reminded : what you enjoy in the picture is what makes her worthy the sharing. That’s the Light from the beyond the artwork that  gives the meaning to our being by transforming all complaints into the precious melody of the gratitude.

The change of the pictures we encounter (the great variety of the artistic manners)  guard our eyes from falling asleep – embellish our being, yet don’t change the Life ABC.  Just one can be changed. That’s our physical location, but not the essence of the Light.  For example,  all my posts  have different  URLs  (I have 6 blogs), but just one moral :

“Fine arts are our shoe, but not the goal”