It was above human potency to put the eloquence of autumn colors in plain words. Therefore I put down my pen and the heart blended into the art canvas, gave birth to the wet autumn’s conspiracy of silence.
The picture as inspires, as makes the beholder’s blood freeze. It uncovers as the sense of space that overfills the heart and sat me back in awe, as the tears for personal impotency to change though any hear. It’s cold and wet, despite I am inside my room and the lamp drops down the yellow light. Is that not the madness? I enjoy the view and desire to exspose the picture and trust in her potency to comfort my destiny brothers – to remind that tick-tack of the clock ends nothing, just tests our faithfulness to God, our comprehension of ourselves.
Autumn revives the remains of generosity, yet it is sorrowful to watch how they vanish from sight in the modern architecture. Just magical transformational art. That’s mine Fall Festival on Top Sites Tuesday.
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I named this photo painting after the fantasy painting…the title should point not at the outward form of my artwork, but the origins of the image, so to speak, the ultimate goal of meeting with oneself eye to eye. Just click the link on above. If to judge outwardly, that may sound strangely, because fantasy painting deal with the heroes, meanwhile the ordinary pick of the flowers look at us from the picture here. Yet I hope you will succeed to breakthrough the flat surface of this creative work and will hear the chatter of the colors. Yes, I am alive. So let my pictures talk. Do you hear the faces of hope?
transmutations of fortune
The resolution to not complain influenced my vocabulary greatly, put beauty to my daily visits to the doctors.
My smile may look a bit ridiculous at a moment (I am in a hospital), yet it is worthy the sharing more than the concrete details of the accident. Consequently you see some pictures above… while I am in need of rest, let my archives talk.
Reading always puts me under a charm. Each verse give birth to a question – any word growths up a mystery, and each single letter may hide either a key, or the trap in case we dare to try to translate any phrase literally. Just think, the question “what next?” compose my whole day since the ABC-book was opened. That has happened at my fifth anniversary, yet nothing changed since then. As I was 5 years of age, my beloved storybooks transformed my room into the dreamland, and I inflamed with desire to know “and what then?” while listening at the storyteller . Today didn’t made anything clearer. I still am guessing, what next?
Where are the tales today?
Each season brings something good to the world. So the spring will awake the ground soon and the flowers will blossom forth everywhere. Yet everything has a cost. So what was an awe inspiring mystery of the New Year transformed into the puddles of the snow-broth… This picture has nothing to admire at, yet it is not the meaningless. The current slob forced me to search for the shelter, and thus the photo opened the diaries of the antecedents that were silenced by the headlines of our papers. In other words, while viewing the picture, just the incredible thing has happened. The murmur of the elderly warmed my heart: the modern trust in the omnipotence of the bank accounts was defeated and the glory of the simple Hello! was revealed .
While viewing this photo I have sensed the real spring. Though the economic downturn was the obvious here, that unlovely indeed picture not threatened, but comforted me because it revived the heroes of the good fairy tales and made clear the need to step on the bridge of the love for getting out of the current mess. So the flowers blossomed out. Just look at what’s below.
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This picture is not an abstraction or the fantasy. It is the photo, the documentary stuff despite the hardness to recognize exact location of her colors. The archives talk to us, and I remind of joy I had while taking my photos then. So to speak, there is nothing new under the sun, God still loves us today. What’s our response?
As I saw this, the shot was taken and I entitled it Feelings versus View. The picture recalled my youth: the emotions that were burning inside and the reality of life greatly differed between then….
The unlovely pictures vanished from site immediately as I learned that what irritated me was just my own weakness to see beyond the physical shapes of things I touch. Therefore I try not to complain for the empty ground underfoot, but enjoy the gardening now. So the flowers blossomed out inside of me, and my headaches put me on the wings of the gratitude for remaining alive till now.
What you see below is what was found by me on a windowsill of art therapy class. These lovely creations were made by the patients from the hospital for the people with the psychiatric disorders. It’s hard to trust, yet that is Modus Vivendi indeed. I blossom out myself as I talk about this wonderful club. One of my blogs was dedicated to them. So you are welcomed to Modus Vivendi. Just click on a link above and see for yourself.