The world see grey-headed as the useless, but I see the peace in my mirror ~ Tomas Karkalas is the true story.
Previous to writing , I was drawing, but the artworks needed the titles.
I knew the ABC then, but I truly rejoice over the reading now. That is much more than just an ability to navigate by the ABC . Time has taught me the meaning of the letters which have led me to the prayer life.
Grace isn’t a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It’s a way to live. ~ Attributed to Jacqueline Winspear
The world is a dangerous place.
Not because of those who do evil,
but because of those who look on and do nothing.
– Albert Einstein
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“Suffering is arguing with reality.” ~ Byron Katie
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.
The trees know my thoughts, but do you know them too? The trees comfort me, but I am addressing the passersby…The silence challenges and charges with hiding the truth about my response to Jesus love.
Freedom is never free; it is always bought with blood.- O.S. Hawkins.
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and Poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” ~ Leonardo da Vinci
My story read here…
“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” ~ Mark Twain
The yellow “Sentinel” never tires of watching the developments, guards the earth underfoot. The picture serves as a shield against the rational mind – proves Mark Twain’ definition of the kindness which equips us with the truth for the sharing. So the artwork returned my freedom to choose :
if we would visualize the passersby as the letters, what would we read?
… I became even ashamed for my satisfaction with the present moment. That may sound strangely, but if I am enjoying my now, that means I do not wish to improve the situation – the incurable do not wish to recover (!) Can it be so?
Faith, hope, and love… I think that faith and hope always point to the future and thus take us out of “here and now”- only the love has the power to cross this trap and bridges heaven to the earth – see my images