Fallen leaves disguise as the theatre masks…. So the nature eased my task to accept the reality such as it is. The identity with the fallen should look sadly, yet as I dared to admit the above diagnosis, it rewarded me with the ability to recognize the beauty underfoot. That truth was the magical art therapy that enabled me to bloom with all colors of silence.
Dear bloggers, your encouraging feedbacks transformed the dependad one his family grace into the artist, who don’t weep for personal sickness but invites you to the wonderland of painting. Thank you.
The sombre colors bloom with the words of the gratitude because art by Tomas is the meditation in colorthat shows not only what’s behind the curtain but illuminates the darkness too. So as I identified myself with the withering leaf of the picture, the taking the garbage out of the home became no less meaningful activity than painting of the window as a dream of people with the disabilities.
When I look outside my window, I feel myself inspired each time anew. While the success stories make a grab at my mind, the nature’s comments always pierce into the heart and blossom out with the allegoric metaphors. The challenging silence pours out art colors on my canvases in a various ways in order the snail lessonson Art by Tomas blog could be grasped better.
Once upon a time your Tomas Karkalas from Lithuania wished to be the great artist, yet time humbled these visions. Now I rejoice at the ability to recognize myself in the fallen leaves, and the autumn beauty sits me in an awe and silences all childish musings on how we could improve ourselves.