Life likes the public order, and the fine arts puts that pictorially: the babyish lullabies turn to tales for the children, and the stories for the teenagers grow into the literature for the adult. If we would judge by appearance, it may look like the victory of the material world against the spirituality, yet I do not want to whine – who is the true winner? Either God, or the market?
“Suffering is arguing with reality.” ~ Byron Katie
the Curonian Gulf peacefully rests in the frame. Lithuanian landscape comforts, yet the Lagoon challenged me to a memory of 581 thousands tons of food thrown on the scrap-heap per year in my country.
I kissed my slice of bread and apologised. The water smiled back to me, and I have read: “Art holds out the promise of inner wholeness.”
I like to read in a foreign language – the dictionary always inspires, expands the horizons. So I have encountered the phrase the “weak vessel“. What was that ? …
Wow! My Lithuanian-English dictionary talks about me! And it perfectly describes the “beauty“ of the “invisible disabilities‘ : the dictionary closes the truth with an irony that stops and questions – demands the response. So I am digging into my artistic archives for the relevant (heartfelt) information (for example, see the Lullaby of the archives) The questions multiply, They say the real strength is ability to laugh at oneself. Then the silence expresses the failure. What is the wisdom then? My posts or your responses?
The wish to share the heart is not it’s sharing out of itself. A dream demands two-way action, yet it was not in vain in my case. Wish of sharing enabled me to open the archives and thus to remind “sad portrait” on above…There were lots of yellow sand and the amber seashore – my footprints were everywhere there… Was and were – past tense is a key to the sadness of the yellow portrait, the situation comprehension points to the way out of the current mess and thus makes the tears into the lullaby worthy the sharing.