Hi, dear bloggers. the wanderer returned to share his reflections on life, his works of art.I came back to thank you for being together. I hope to receive many of your questions, because the flowers of poetry bloom only in our communication.
Hi, dear bloggers. the wanderer returned to share his reflections on life, his works of art. I came back to thank you for being together. I hope to receive many of your questions, because the flowers of poetry bloom only in our communication.
We all have heard that looking at something and seeing something there are two different things. Yet what does the above mean?
what we see depends on our heart, not on the glasses we wear. Only reflections of available photos depend on the tools available to us.
This shot wasn’t thought in advance. This picture of the heart has happened out of itself. It’s like my own destiny. Contrary to the onion that was used in the kitchen’s pot, I was returned to life after the terrible accident in 1974… therefore I am like these shelling now. Though the long walk on the edge of the death was stopped, my diagnosis wasn’t enjoying. The doctors put down clearly “unfit for life”… Though it’s hard to enjoy the above photo, it is impossible not to recognize the shape of the heart there too. Have a look. Do you see a face?
The eyes that are looking at you depict my friendship. The disabled sees the light.
The spiritual healing by the fine arts starts at a moment we recognize ourselves in others
“The world is a dangerous place. Not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing”. – Albert Einstein
Tomas Karkalas 2015 ~ Last Mohicans are indwelling Klaipėda
The survivors will flourish again, and the earth will be renewed again.
Will you be among them?
Mothers call children miracles, but if someone calls themselves that, it is already disgusting … However, I think I am entitled to such a title because … I was born twice. The surgeon said after the first head surgery:
Well, Tom, you are now at least twenty years older than what is written in your passport. So, dates will be my only tombstone mistake
This photo as if expresses an overview of my life. If one would look at me the picture may look dark . I’m the disabler. Nevertheless, I rejoice over the sun outside because my family cared for me and enabled me to paint.
my life is full of exciting events, I would be happy if they were an example to someone.
Chinese proverbs teach, “Many complain about their appearance, but no one complains of reason,” “Great graces come from heaven, and small ones come from man.” In support of these thoughts, I say:
Lightning strikes only a tall tree. So why do shrubs tremble on the ground?