Tomas Karkalas ~ the disability came to the dead-end but love broke the web’s lock
This photo painting express an overview of my life. The dark picture : I am out of work and money because of a disability. Nevertheless, I rejoice over the sun outside, despite the limitations to move further. The empty purse explains such situation beter than my health situation… My family care for me and the son helps greatly… I am very grateful for the enablement to paint and to arrange lots of art echibitions which were accepted well. That’s nice but I wish to show the better works. It is good to have something to eat, but that can not be the goal of the life. I’m dreaming about good photo equipment, that would enable me to put on a paper my visions and share the light’s story with you. I need around 4 thousands euro… the fantasy?
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While hearing one is sick, we think about the nursing, but the mentally ill patients can only dream about such understanding and the compassion for their hardships. Thus I can’t rejoice over the consciousness of my town.
On the other hand, either being the mentally ill is something that deserves the applause out of itself? Not, of course. Then why did I feel some irritation? Either I worry just for myself (I am exactly such patient), or think about you as my brothers and sisters?
I think the picture on above perfectly share these emotions. If…when we succeed in transcending our prejudices, we insensibly enter the realm of the spiritual wonderland…
Now, let me share some of visual thoughts, let me invite you to Modus Vivendi.
Humility / Tomas Karkalas / Klaipeda, Lithuania
God’s being the same today as He was yesterday enables us to trust in His Word. What can be and must be increased is our own understanding of the Scriptures. As we will grow in a study, our questions about God’s knowledge will be changed to the gratitude to God for the healing us from our misunderstandings.
photo painting HUMBUG FELLOW by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
The picture put a question what is this? So the viewer looked at the title. The humbug. Thus the wonder did not stop, but continued to inquiry why??? Why is it the humbug? That‘s why I like the fine arts. The „What is this?“ always blossoms out with the „Why?“ at art showrooms.
The passersby would envy such consciousness outside the exhibition if not its follower the silence that terrifies with the question-marks.
The close-up always works like magic – changes everything to the abstraction that captivates with its symbolism. Some call that the fine arts, yet what do we need indeed? The confession of the faith in a plain writing, or the mystery of the “jabber‘s beauty?”
The last always hides us from ourselves.The lie always loses its power in the logic of the title.
digital photo-painting LAST GLIMPSE by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania
Even the best message is just the words, if it comes without the addressee. Therefore, I am questioning myself, what do I do? Why? And thus discover a meaning in my gazing through the window: the passersby dress the famous quotes for the strangers could revive the ages, put the wisdom to the irritating bustle outside. So my “Last Glimpse” got the meaning .
“More people would learn from their mistakes if they weren’t so busy denying them.” — Harold J. Smith
Eyes from underfoot …
photo painting “eyes from underfoot” by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
I have learned to see myself in others – to respect the passersby. The sense of myself in everything I looked at taught me not litter up while walking down the street. Everything was OK, till now ,when I visualized myself in the picture of the pavement’s tesserae. The fairy eyes were gazing at me from the underfoot… While looking at this portrait I sensed myself as a paralytic : I stopped in fear to tread mud all over my face…
On the other hand, it was good to check where and how I was moving. Thus the artworks greatly expanded my spatial awareness – the creativity helped me to orient – my images created me and left in a bus station.
I reminded the wise Frank Stella’ saying, “I don’t like to say I have given my life to art. I prefer to say art has given me my life”
art therapy prompt – unknown author
A pile of drawings lay on a table in a wait of the somebody attention. I had to choose what to pic up to represent the art therapy class for people with the psychiatric disorders. That was the hard task because each picture had its own charm, but ultimately the image you see on above made my choice. These lines attracted me, and I made a shot. Now I had to say something, to explain the cause of my interest. Thus I recalled the quote:
„It is not what we receive but what we give that heals us.“ ~ Richard P. Evans
What we give…
THAT was the meaning of the picture, so I put down my camera and clasp in my arms the mentally ill fellows.
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