magic of response

What does make our arts and crafts the fine arts?

The titles work like magic in transforming an ordinary shot into the ARTWORK that deals with the eternities. That truth awakens the wish to study the word. Consequently, we face lots of newsmen. The above looks logically, but brings no light- wile fine art grow in cost, the newspaper does otherwise, isn’t it? Or does anybody worry for the yesterday’s paper?

While the “hard news” were filling the waste-paper baskets, the unknown passerby was reading his diary as the best poetry, and the word enlightened his path.

talks on oneness/spiritual brotherhood of the humanity sound grand indeed. Lots of good posts overfill the newspapers … Unfortunately, good dreams are not enough for to dry the eyes of our sick today.   Why did we receive the opposites of our hearty expectations?  What’s wrong?  Why did we face just the bloody confrontations everywhere around?

Love is as the greatest gift, so the daily test.  Love can’t be produced by any social laws. It is entirely the personal feature, that is high above all human directives. Our dreams look nice but are not enough for to dry the eyes of our sick today.  Life needs not the compassionate viewers,  but the concrete actions- the personal response.

evening lullabies


people blossom out with wise talks

“No doubt one may quote history to support any cause,
as the devil quotes scripture.” Learned Hand
People have learned to talk politics wisely. Therefore it is hardly surprising that all have started to write and are longing for the readers.
The same remains just silent smell of the flowers.

theoretical background

While walking down a street, I passed by a bookstore. However, I didn’t move by indiffirently. I stopped for a minute and looked at a showcase. Lots of hard covers were noticed by me. I casted a glance at a bookstore and the literature of the whole world was embraced by my eyes.
So to speak, the erudition cost me nothing. It was received for a free. All I needed to do was just to dare to leave the room.

archives wake up the memory

This was laid on my table …. for I could recognize myself in my surroundings … I have made a shot once upon a time.
This is what have happened next. Fernando Vincent made the photo the header of my blog. It was my first blog . ‘The Portrait of the Silence’ were my first steps on the Internet …
The blog is closed already, thus the picture belongs to the memoirs folder now… Yet that means I am not dreaming while talking about the magic of the love. The picture above is not a fiction but the reality that comes as the guardian of our creeds in our memoirs. Just think. While recalling my first steps, I am reminded that I was helped to start The Portrait of Silence. It means that I was a student, but not the author. I was helped by Fernando in spite of the fact I didn’t know him prior. Fernando noticed my pictures and wrote to me offering to try to blog. I knew nothing about him till receiving his email. He gifted me a blog and personally tought me to blog till computer breaks stopped our pen friendship. We never have met eye to eye. Can you imagine anything alike?

The meomry is the most convincing proof of the omnipotence of the spirit who indwels in us all and knows no boundaries, but respond to our need in due time.

When we post to our blogs and see no comments, that grieves us. It looks as if we were talking just with a wall, that no one heard us.

However, that is not the truth. The temporal silence is just a test, where no comments symbolizes just a trap.
While talking with a wall people dont bother for the words they talk then. That looks natural, but we are to beware of falling into a trap. We can’t forget the responsobility for our thoughts – the spirit in us listens to us and will respond accordingly to our “silence”.

We are not alone. Just have a look



Hello my dear,
As I started this blog, I was full with joyful hopes. I have dreamed about sharing my artworks, I had hope to make a lot of pen friends … I was sure I will break the wall of silence and quit talking with myself…
Some of my hopes where achieved. Some of my pictures where put on a web and I have shared some of my thoughts on what for we are living there. Plus I know English better now than prior starting to blog. However, I became a failure ultimately. A list of my friends remains the dream. I have received no requests to purchase my artwork too. Maybe, that was no wonder: my blog was my diary, and my earnings should be your responses. The last too wasn’t achieved according to the stats.

Let me remind you a bit of my bio now. After my head accident I became jobless and without money. Though I remained alive but my fellows became the silent walls of my memoirs and that was my main message.
I have hoped I will succeeded to reflect just a bit of our passionate life, and to grasp the eternities. Unfortunately, no comments were my result. Where was my mistake?

When I started the blogging, I dreamed about finding the outcome from my dependence on the accidental grace from the unknown benefactors. Earning though a penny could help me enjoy the life. Unfortunately, I live In Lithuania and it is very hard to start anything there. I would like to put my works on PDF file. Unfortunately, even I would succeed in arranging such books, I would have no chance to share them except as a gift to my friends for a free and thus to earn nothimg ( just the huge expenses of the publishing that would be much higher than my disability pension – the sneering at the human dignity in Lithuania)
In case I will live in some other country, the situation may look otherwise, but I live in Lithuania and I love my history – thus I have just what I have – the memoirs and the right to grieve and to weep for my current helplessness – to complaint and to beg . That’s ugly. But I haven’t anything to address for the help to stand up.

I have arranged lots of my artwork exhibitions, but the Lithuanian specific makes them a joke : the artist are to pay themselves for they right to invite the people for to get Thank you (at best) in a result. The art is for a free in Lithuania.

I am sorry in case you think I am complaining – I just want to share a bit more light to you.
Blogging helps me forgot about my needlessness in this world and inspires the dreaming … But my dreams are of getting your financial remittance for I could share my thoughts and pictures for a free without hope to earn nothing tamgible, but the sense of human spiritual oneness.

These sad news are far from all my hardships. The main problems are my medicine, but the healing (the medicine) is also just for the healthy who can allow themselves such luxury here.
The sick and the disabled don’t belong to that category. At times it becomes even hard to trust we all have the same spirit.
It would be very fine in case though some of you have enjoyed my blog… It would be the best fruit of my hearty attempts to be sincere .
I don’t know either I could continue the blogging further. I must renew all my graphic programs (to pay for the internet and so on) That costs just the incredible cash to the disabled who haven’t enough just for simple living… I would be happy if though some thoughts on my blog would touched you and if some of you would use them in your own works – as your own. That would be the greatest gift to me and I never will judge you with any plagiarism but will hearty thank you for the proving my dreams wasn’t just my fantasies, but our reality that have became heard….

Sorry for the mood of this post, but my tears hardens to see what I am writing at a moment. I don’t achieved anything – my mailing box is empty. And it would be no wonder to get no response to that confession too. My life comes to the end, but you are to live. Be well my dear friends. And be much more successful as I was. I will recall you all with love and you enlighten my current dark sky. You gifted me so much. I expected to get some financial support, but t get much more. The begging may help purchase some tools for the work, but you gifted me the desire to say something nice and everlasting. That’s learning to pray , and that’s the main wealth. The blogging has made me the incredibly rich. Thank you.

anatomy of the love

Love reminds of a flower. This word directs us at the eternal beauty. The sound and vision cast glamour over us, and all people rejoice at their beloved – anybody worry over the details. That looks so natural, that ir becomes hard to perceive the existence of the cruelest wars because of the love. It’s hardly surprising that we question ourselves ” why does the sun leave a stage to the Moon?”

Love is like a flower. The intoxicating smell cast glamour over us and makes the question “how does the flower looki like in the concrete?” the seconddary matter. Therefore the roses look at marguerites and they both are withering up. The Forget-me-not ceases smiling too. The beauty of the wild flowers becomes the agricultural product – the history declares the hay time. Thus all people around eagerly look to the love today – passionately search the remnants of the humaneness. Wow, what’s that?

While reading the Bible, I have learned that the love may be
1) the love of self (the passion)
2) the brotherly love (the national feelings)
3) the agape (the divine love)

The love bears all the above mentioned and it enables everything to exist. As you see for yourself, we stand face to face with three quite different pictures of the love. It’s the obvious that the formless visions (the general words) depict nothing at all except for the mess. We take a try at hiding in the flowers, but are forced to admit that just the love is just nice word and therefore the beauty of our language is impotent to make any shield to us.
The love exists indeed, but she is the spirit and we must to confess our faith aloud. The love is what we accept or not. Thus our choice reveals either we enjoy the flowers of our own yard (bother about the security of our flesh ), or rest in the eternal peace of divine love that embrace us all likewise all over the world.