I used to do a lot of painting, but at exhibitions, I needed to give paintings names. So I had to retrain and become a poet. I see peace in the mirror, but the world sees the elders as a burden.
What is it? How do you call it? The rhetoric of wisdom, or the whims of personalities?
When I learned how to hold a pencil, getting to know the elementary enabled me to draw a sketch. Years have passed … now I have long enjoyed reading, the real art of understanding the world and myself. And that’s much more than browsing the internet for ABC links. Time taught me to know the letters that led me to the life of prayer. The sense of human being opened the door to the mystery of silence.
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 title put a question what is this? So the viewer wonder where is he ? That‘s why I like the fine arts. „What is this?“ always blossoms out at art showrooms.
The close-up always works like magic – changes everything to the abstraction that captivates with its symbolism. People can only envy such consciousness outside the exhibition.
Trees read thoughts,
The trees comfort me,
but I appeal to you.
Silence obscures the truth
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