Time renames the pictures but old images continue the sharing of the same message despite our expanded experience. It changes only the titles but not the message.
digital painting the breakthrough via the ignorance 2005 ~ Tomas Karkalas
the breakthrough via the ignorance 2005 ~ Tomas Karkalas
Time renames the pictures but old images continue the sharing of the same message despite our expanded experience. It changes only the titles but not the message.
As I looked at my digital painting on above, the cloud of improvements cried for healing touch to better express the Towards Oneself theme. It looked like the changing of the past needed only the editing program, but was that not a trap?
We cannot change the past.We can only try to comprehend our yesterday.
Therefore I did not edit my artwork.
The Wake up! command challenges but not raises up a wish to stand up. That demands the acknowledgement of personal state on a bottom. Am I there?
I have browsed through my blogging. No comments were the typical endings of my posts. Does it mean my emotions were only mine actuality?
Time turned the silence to the provision of the writing materials for new post could occur, for a breakthrough via the ignorance could stay possible, sohere are the transformational art of Tomas Karkalas
life illustrations turn to the abstracts in order to grasp people’s attention. As the words sacrifice their original meaning to grip people‘s attention, the metaphors indwell in us. While watching the changes, the common pictures turn to the abstract art and divides the artists to visual masters and the writers. Does the clarity increase?
digital painting Approaching a Loner ~ Tomas Karkalas; Klaipeda, Lithuania
I was going by the bridge when I suddenly look down. The river was full of water and it seemed so vicious – the thick and brown…
The words sacrifice their original meaning for the transformation into the metaphors andso do the visual arts; life illustrations turn to the abstracts to grasp people’s attention. As the words sacrifice their original meaning to grip people‘s attention, the metaphors inhabit us. While watching the changes, the common pictures turn to the abstract art and divides the artists to visual masters and the writers. Does the clarity increase? We can define the creativity as never-ending search for the right word. So the solitudereceives the double assessment. Most people see it as main feature of the saints who need a silence to prayer, to talk with God and therefore bow to it till mentally ill surface in the same diagnosis. The sagesbenefit from the touch with their soul in silence, but people with the psychiatric disorders meet just a sneer and world‘s ignorance.
The national economy perceives mentally ill as a burden , despite the lessons they took in their silence. Though the sick like the saints live in touch with their soul but meet only the hardships to announce their insights to the world.
Once I have read „If you are alone, you have no value“ These words well-defined the being of people with psychiatric disorders and therefore pierced me deeply with the undeserved charge. Am I a no-good, the worthless?
I tried to overview the comments we leave on one another posts. The „Whoops!!!“ was most popular, but did it speak a lot? How does „Whoops!!!“ relate to the questions the authors were raising in their writing? Our signatures follow Whoops!!! and vanish from sight under the impersonal form of our writing. No comments would be more honest response, yet does anybody want the truth? It‘s otherwise. We all dream to receive though the simplest „like“. I am not an exception, but can a little here. I can only try to guess what would be your response. Thank you in advance.
“The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.” (Fyodor Dostoyevsky,The Brothers Karamazov)
If my artworks had any value, it was not my prints but the attitude towards life which knows no storage problems.
photo prompt TEST of LOVE
As a saying goes, it is so as you say. Yet such affirmations didn’t change neither my case-record nor a sense of well-being. I succeeded only in taking a photo : “Test of Love” This shot is far from technical excellence but it is the prompt to thinkmore responsibly.
Once upon a time I questioned myself, what would happen if I would make no new artworks more? Would I stop being a man ? Time came to respond. If my works had any value, it was so not because of my prints but the attitude towards life. I was then and am a christian.
the fine arts helped me recognize oneself in other then and not wonder over the empty pockets now. I still enjoy the purity of words we have in abundance.
cry for color
Once upon a time the sunbeam created my palette and the artworks reflected the sunbeam. My surroundings literally feeds me – the fine arts helped me recognize oneself in other .
„Roses bloom beautifully because they are not trying to be lavender or irises.“ ~ Pragito Dove
The cost of color discovery is high. Art therapy classesgo in the hospitals for people with the psychiatric disorders.
The search for a thought of the day made me responsible for the tomorrow.
Tomas Karkalas / 1984 / cartoon
ARTISTIC ACTIVITIES CREATE MY HERE AND NOW.
The need to update old records makes me look at life a little more closely. Writing in this way makes me grow despite old age. What could be better? Seeing a picture means hearing its colors. They combine our problems with spiritual values and thus embody the latter and solve all human puzzles.
A saying goes Photos are speaking. I found out that when I saw my WordPress.com blog. The “Arthiker” means the hiker through the art and life of Tomas Karkalas.
Our diaries turned to the blogs where the success of the online journals became dependent on Google’ ratings
Portrait of the Silence ~Tomas Karkalas 2009-2013
As the foreign news threaten the readers, my photos rest in peace and play hide-and-seek. Each time I browse through the archives, new questions raise up. What are our goals?
Once upon a time there lived people who hide their emotions in the diaries. We keep the journals too, but none of us needs the solitude anymore. Our diaries turned to the blogs where the success of the online journals became dependent on Google’ ratings. The implication is that the market administers the heart now. So what? The market’ rules pushed God’s guidance down the stairs… Let‘s see what do we reap now? A great many of people keep the banners „No to the hackers!“
Time from time I like to browse through my blog. Thus the photo thePower to be in disguise as a cookie ~ 2010 caught my look once again. I wrote then that we can either talk about love or to love. Nothing changed since then despite the multitude of new artworks. Art Test remained the same. Did we learn though something? Art metaphors are still waiting for their readers.
arthiker 
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