We all have heard that looking at smth and seeing though any are two different things. Yet what does the above mean? How does it relate to me in the concrete?
I looked for help at art history. Wow, it was hard even to count all masterpieces in the storehouse of the fine arts! What to talk about the innumerable theories about the creating of the artistic shapes with the help of the light… Thus my spectacles were of little help to me. While the spirit voiced the picture, I needed a physical camera to make a shot. What I saw depended exclusively on my attitude of mind that led me into the spiritual realm, where each spot seated me back into awe. Unfortunately, though my attitude of mind helped me to unlock the secret of the beauty, but it was unfit for making a report. I needed a camera to make a shot. In other words, while what we see depend on our heart, the quality of the pictures we make depends on the tools we have. So I was returned to the earth where all things had their cost that high exceeded my empty purse…
My tears were dried- the onion was used for the evening meal. Just the shelling remains now. Wow, do you see? This picture of the heart wasn’t thought in advance. This picture have happened out of itself -it’s like my own destiny. Contrary to the onion, I was returned to life after the terrible accident in 1974… I am like these shelling now. Though the long walk on the edge of the death was stopped, but my diagnosis didn’t enjoy. The doctors put down clearly “unfit for life”…
It’s hard to enjoy the above photo because of its low quality. But is it possible not to recognize the shape of the heart here? Have a look once again. Do you see a face? It’s me. The eyes that are looking at you depict my friendship with the forced silence. The disabled sees the light, but have no power to share his insights. I need your support but can I ask you for help?
My correct mailing address is
Thank you. I am eagerly looking forward for your reply- for any kind of support you can allow yourself to gift to the needy.
The headache put down my brush, made the artist the viewer… thus I became the listener of my colors : the artwork reminded what was revealed to me. What may look as just a colorful mess, was the overview of my life in essence. So I took my pen to make the report. However, there are no need to wait until I succeed to put everything into the words. Just click on about and you will see what I am to talk about already now.
I hope you will have a good time with my pictures. Plus it should become easier to you to read this musing between my lines then.
while driving it looks that what cross our road is the obstacle …
It’s late indeed now, and I’m going to sleep. Yet does that mean though any?
One is clear for sure- the titles lead astray from the picture. What you see on the above is not the exception. So what’s the truth?
Just “what is the truth?” was pronounced, the reply was received. I have read the thoughtful “A must read inspirational story” My colors were put into plain English there. Thank you.
There were nothing to enjoy at (no luscious things of the modern design), but I was just sat back in awe towards the spectacular view. The picture depicted as the narrow circumstances of the sick in a mental home, as their inborn passion for the beauty. The handmade flower try its best to cover the closed door and thus inspired me with the desire to check out what was hidden there. Thus Modus Vivendi was discovered… Just click on the above and see for yourself. I hope you too will enjoy my discovery.
Heavy traffic defined our streets. The artists just need to pick up their palettes from underfoot. All people are seeking for the same- we all need though a sip of fresh air. Thus life urges that we will open the eyes. I took my camera and the knock on the heart was caught in the photo. All the above is the past at a moment already. All that is needed now is to choose what to do further on. I can either to try to respond, or to dive into the needless musing about the mystery of the creativity.
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The global warming mixed up the typical seasons. The mess covered the Earth, yet nothing can threaten the heart that blossom out with the faith in God’s omnipotence and wisdom, His love to the light, which indwells in each of us.