archives wake up the memory

This was laid on my table …. for I could recognize myself in my surroundings … I have made a shot once upon a time.
This is what have happened next. Fernando Vincent made the photo the header of my blog. It was my first blog . ‘The Portrait of the Silence’ were my first steps on the Internet …
The blog is closed already, thus the picture belongs to the memoirs folder now… Yet that means I am not dreaming while talking about the magic of the love. The picture above is not a fiction but the reality that comes as the guardian of our creeds in our memoirs. Just think. While recalling my first steps, I am reminded that I was helped to start The Portrait of Silence. It means that I was a student, but not the author. I was helped by Fernando in spite of the fact I didn’t know him prior. Fernando noticed my pictures and wrote to me offering to try to blog. I knew nothing about him till receiving his email. He gifted me a blog and personally tought me to blog till computer breaks stopped our pen friendship. We never have met eye to eye. Can you imagine anything alike?

The meomry is the most convincing proof of the omnipotence of the spirit who indwels in us all and knows no boundaries, but respond to our need in due time.

When we post to our blogs and see no comments, that grieves us. It looks as if we were talking just with a wall, that no one heard us.

However, that is not the truth. The temporal silence is just a test, where no comments symbolizes just a trap.
While talking with a wall people dont bother for the words they talk then. That looks natural, but we are to beware of falling into a trap. We can’t forget the responsobility for our thoughts – the spirit in us listens to us and will respond accordingly to our “silence”.

We are not alone. Just have a look


Hi! dear reader

I am not competent to talk about the nature of consciousness, but I am responsible for my consciousness.

Visually the dreaming over a cup of coffee looks nice, but that’s the silence that symbolizes not the blooming garden, but the withered flower. Our thoughts bring forth the fruits if the beauty of our silence takes a form of our feedbacks to what we are browsing through at a moment. However, that is not a bargain (I will vote for you, IF you will vote for me), but the hearty ‘Hi!’ that comes as if out of itself and demands nothing for that. The smile blossoms at a moment our creeds are put into the deeds.

Hi! dear reader

at a window

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand,

as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply

necessary to love.”

The above was said by the famous French Artist Claude Monet (1840 – 1926).

Does anything changed?

There is a little to add. The 2008 came, but the picture remains the same:

“If you like what you see, buy me a coffee!”

I live on a disability pension. It means my artwork depends on your charity. Your remittances can enable me to share my gratitude for being alive… Thank you.

my correct mailing address:

Tomas Karkalas

Liepu 25-31

Klaipeda 92139



The fine arts art puts music on canvas, and the music awakens the pictures. It is likewise with our words. Our lips make a concept of growth the reality we enjoy. Thus we arrive at understanding of one other and professional specialization not dazzles us, but strengthens the sharing of the light. I’m happy to address you my dearest. ‘Hi!’ that’s the life we all were seeking.


Day will change the night.
It was so many times already. I became used to these constant transformations and therefore didn’t notice when a dawn ceased to be a discovery and became a gift.

A clock is ticking – the hour hand makes the ordinary things the metaphors.


I have heard, if something damages man’s hearing, his eyesight becomes better, and it is likewise in otherwise. In other words, the nature tries to compensate the hurts we encounter.
In my case, my limitations (living in dependence – the ABC of the disabled) have taught me the need of pondering deeper on what was said by others. The quotes became my guests. Just listen.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery says: The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate

Today remains likewise ‘Once upon a time…’

Antoine de Saint-Exupery says: The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.

This shot was taken once upon a time … Though it was done not today, but the message remained the same. I hope the quote above have expressed my dreams.