Soundlessness is not the peace

The fight for the Freedom of the Press has not yet freed a man from dependence on the Google search engine – people still have a slight desire to understand each other in an effort to be heard.

Gratitude for daily bread makes our lives.

our communication — arthiker

Hi, dear bloggers. the wanderer returned to share his reflections on life, his works of art.I came back to thank you for being together. I hope to receive many of your questions, because the flowers of poetry bloom only in our communication.

our communication — arthiker

mature squeakers

The life urged me to vet my dustbin. So I am searching for the heart now.

digital painting Mature Squeakers by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
digital painting Mature Squeakers by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania

This is a picture, the artwork – the digital painting ‘Mature squeaker’ is my response to no comments. That’s an  overview of the modern world.
The squeaker…the pets are growing old and showcase the transformation of the beloved pup to the barking dog.
The Squeakers leave our towns and inhabit the diaries – pure love leaves our homes.
Where did lead such reports?
The life urged me to vet my dustbin.  So I am searching for the heart here now.

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face ~ Bernard Williams

my heart

Click to see more  Images created by Lithuanian artist Tomas Karkalas

Last glimpse

last glimpse - digital photo-painting by Tomas Karkalas
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

art prompt: cry for color

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.

photo Cry for Color from the archives of Tomas Karkalas
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 classes go in the hospitals for people with the psychiatric disorders.

 

 

meeting a fantasy

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.

THE CREATIVITY TESTS MY HERE AND NOW.

art questions

digital painting by Tomas Karkalas

This digital painting waked up the play with the words in response to need clarify the picture.  The description was started such way and the text bloomed  with the gratitude for the success in breaking the silence. Therefore the artwork ‘art questions‘ looks like good magician. Yet would my joy to paint last for a long? It would be sad if you would see just a piece of an abstract here.  So the guesswork fill my diary

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