“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
The survivors will bloom in green, and the earth renew once again to whom it may concern. But at a moment, we can see just the neutral colors. So the art test of our patience. The survivors will bloom. Would it be you?
Has a disable the right to dream?
The wish to share the artworks with you looks nicely but it is impossible to do that without your support. The Loneliness and meaningless are inseparable between.
This photo painting express an overview of my life. The dark picture : I am out of work and money because of a disability. Nevertheless, I rejoice over the sun outside, despite the limitations to move further. The empty purse explains such situation beter than my health situation… My family care for me and the son helps greatly… I am very grateful for the enablement to paint and to arrange lots of art echibitions which were accepted well. That’s nice but I wish to show the better works. It is good to have something to eat, but that can not be the goal of the life. I’m dreaming about good photo equipment, that would enable me to put on a paper my visions and share the light’s story with you. I need around 4 thousands euro… the fantasy?
Please create a miracle. Your donation of any amount will illuminate my day, the day of one who lives with disabilities and wants not shut up but bloom with the hearty “Thank You!”
Help me please to live and to create the pictures of the gratitude, to use art mirror.
My account : Swedbank LT197300010080329876
“Swedbank”, AB SWIFT/BIC
code HABALT 22, code of the bank 73000
God Bless You my dear benefactors.
The heart speaks in the stones of a cobble. There is no such thing as the loneliness. Just look underfoot. Multitude of portraits disguise as the scattered stones. If you wish to read their story, click on what next? please.
Cracky paving was bumpy to walk, but my hardships were richly rewarded by looking underfoot. The sharp impression of something alive pierced me , so I stopped in an awe. Would I dare to set my foot upon the unknown face? The visual thoughts were the challenging. Therefore, I took a photo.
While walking down the street in a search of self, I run into a wall. I recognized a mirror in a plasterboard and thus sat back in an awe .
Do you talk to me? I questioned the wall.
It was hard to acknowledge my eyeshot. Typically, I create more colorful images, but this pale rectangle was a mirror, and the mirrors never lie – like art of Tomas