a cap of art by Tomas

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

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”

Fall festival or the wet autumn’s conspiracy of silence

It was above human potency to put the eloquence of autumn colors in plain words. Therefore I put down my pen and the heart blended into the art canvas, gave birth  to the wet autumn’s conspiracy of silence.
The picture as inspires, as makes the beholder’s blood freeze. It uncovers as the sense of space that overfills the heart and sat me back in awe, as the tears for personal impotency to change though any hear. It’s cold and wet, despite I am inside my room and the lamp drops down the yellow light. Is that not the madness? I enjoy the view and desire to exspose the picture and trust in her potency to comfort my destiny brothers – to remind that tick-tack of the clock ends nothing, just tests our faithfulness to God, our comprehension of ourselves.

Autumn revives the remains of generosity, yet it is sorrowful to watch how they vanish from sight in the modern architecture. Just magical transformational art. That’s mine Fall Festival on Top Sites Tuesday.

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the spiritual healing by the fine arts starts at a moment we recognize ourselves in others ~ Tomas Karkalas

miracle of breakthrough the artwork to oneself

 The above photos may look downbeat  at first glimpse, yet the flat surface of the pictures will make you  open your eyes with just incredible depth at a moment you recognize the symbolism of these images. The pictures look prosy until we examine them as some handicrafts and label according to the applied technique. Therefore there is no wonder for current world just threatens the observer with the freezing cold. Yet just the miracles happen time from time, when the beholder succeed in breakthrough  the surface of artwork to ONESELF, when he is sat back in awe by the personal reminiscence that fire up everything around, when the awakened dreams color the dust of life by transforming the competition for survival into the gratitude for being alive…

The artworks  knock on the heart and the visual stories work like real magical wands.  The titles try to explain that mystery, and the art critics typically succeed to make everything clear …So just the diaries of the artists rehabilitate the mystery of the life/ the refreshing beauty of our awe towards the always wondrous light… on the temporally dark my path – read here … 

Thank you in advance.

the spiritual healing by the fine arts starts at a moment we recognize ourselves in others ~ Tomas Karkalas

street encounters

It’s comfortable to muse about personal destiny. Streets are full with just magical encounters. Just have a look at the picture below:

My PayPal account (or E-card that would fit to e-business) : that’s a dream… No, I am not complaining. Just look at the artwork on above. There are no passersby. So whom could I address for the help, and would I address any at all?
Its much harder to ask for the support than to give what you have.
Ha, that insight sounds nice as most of my works, yet it is the alike needless (of no profit to any) as my whole being of the workless disabled, who can’t provide neither for oneself, nor his family…

Dark background fits better to the artworks, so your would have better impression of my creativity here… Just click The dependent on the Viewpoint and read the story of art by Tomas on the Challenge of a Street
It may be you will meet me on a web for some time more, yet  as all you know, beauty of the autumn leaves will leave our streets under a snow soon enough. So browse through my archives and enjoy till that is still possible.
Thank you.

the spiritual healing by the fine arts starts at a moment we recognize ourselves in others ~ Tomas Karkalas