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.

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.

harvest time

The Autumn arrived to my yard. The Harvest Time knocked on my heart, thus I opened my sketchbook.  What I found while over viewing my artworks is that only the love I received from others was worthy the sharing.  Only love deserves the publicity ….  Dear readers of my blog, the awareness of your invisible presence enabled me to wipe my eyes and to come into flower with THANK YOU for watching my pictures. Your comments enabled me to see better and to listen to a story of my yard more attentively.

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 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”

An empty sheet of paper attracted me with an opportunity to express oneself. Thus  I took my brush  and art colors covered my canvas , my thoughts were put down and the  picture revived, yet it  looked  sorrowfully…. though I rejoiced over the daylight, I still was aware of my status : as the disabled I was impotent to participate in the fiesta of life as I dreamed about it.

Have a look at the shot on the above.  This picture caught my attention – I was just seated back in awe towards the view that so eloquently depicted my story.   I saw my dreams (the purity of the snow),  yet that vision was overburdened with grief – the traces of the vehicle sneered down at  the beauty of  the fairy tales – at me  …  as the disabled I was unemployed and consequently without any money for living. Thus I saw the challenge in the view underfoot. I hope you too will enjoy what came out in result. Just read  further …

faces on a causeway

There are lots of stones underfoot. While some are called the stumbling stones, there are the stepping stones too . See   art mirror.

stocktaking of 2008

I asked myself what did was earned by me …  jutst look here …. Thank you.

beauty of the colors is in their power to talk.

While listening to the flame of my candle, I saw the birth of a fairy-tale and grasped the great secret.  Beauty of the fine arts hides in the power of the colors that talk and show the inner light of the beholder.  Thus the pictures depict not the nature, but our standpoint to life.  While the beauties of nature attract always, our mind just cries for the healing touch of love in the world that hides the warmth of smile in dry tutorials on all just imaginable occasions.