I bought a lottery ticket. It cost 1$, but I didn’t lose a penny – I win one dollar too. So today became my lucky day: I lost nothing. Was that not a dream?
Thus there are no wonder I didn’t stop buying the lottery tickets – I still have hope to improve my being: to change the sad reality of the living on a disability pension to asunny today. The lottery is my only way to do that.
“Time is what you have left.. you just march with it and use it the best you can”– Frank Stella
If you are reading this, it means my writing aren’t lost, and the thoughts jumped not in vain. Thank You. Are you part of this picture?
THE CAUGHT GLIMPSE by Tomas Karkalas; Lithuania
I was walking down a street, the narrow old town street. High walls surrounded me. Was I imprisoned by my town? Or the stone creations were there to teach me somewhat? I looked around, and the blade of grass underfoot pierced me with its green glance. Wow , I sat back in an awe and thus became the blind – the single blade of the grass caught my eye and the heart and thus shadowed the entrance door to the joyful garden under the wall.
“Reason can answer questions, but imagination has to ask them.”
— Ralph Gerard
digital painting LAST SENTINELS – 2010 – Tomas Karkalas; Klaipeda, Lithuania
“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 myfreedom 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 – seemy images
digital painting Scattered Seeds ~ Tomas Karkalas; Klaipeda, Lithuania
The mushrooms grow and have the same taste everywhere, yet while moving from country to country the approach to the gathering of the ‘Edible Boletus’ differs greatly. The Lithuanians love the mushrooming – the wandering around the woods, but it‘s otherwise in Sweden or Germany . Many gather the delicious “wood-bread” only in the shops there.
The same relate to the fine arts. The colors please each eye, yet radiate the different message – the same image means different things in different countries , but we muse about the global impact of the fine arts on our cultures. Is that not the ABC of self-deception?
I like to paint, but what does that mean? How to relate my emotions to the current worldevents?
I don’t know the picture that changed though some in our daily living needs ,
but still create my visual stories nevertheless.
My wish to take part in life affairs was wrapped into a piece of art, and I exhibited my emotions. The show had success but that did not change the reality. The consciousness did not change anything outside my window. The people chose not a pearl of wisdom but the obedience to the strict rules of life. Does that mean human freedom to choose and decide is only the words?
No. Such a conclusion would be equal to judging in a hurry. The situation alarmed only at first glimpse. Soon I relaxed in a shop. There were lots of people too, and they all rejoiced at the freedom to choose what to buy. They all delighted in the fruits of their decisions and thus rehabilitated human rights to freedom to choose.
when dark thoughts will afflict you next time, just look around and visualize the passersby as the letters of the book of life. What would you read then?
The light becomes tangible if the heart is publicly voiced and we sign our response
Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused ~ Bruno Gideon
digital painting “Home Town”~ by Tomas Karkalas- Klaipeda, Lithuania
Though the pictures on my wall did not change but are alive – each new day renews the wonder and brings the new insights. These transformations have taught me to enjoy the attitude towards life rather than the ambiguous shapes.
People with disabilitiesdream away their life at their windows. That may look like a severe test – the damnation, but it may be the blessing too. As I stopped revile my window for my limitations, I saw the children outside the window. They laughed in my backyard despite the collapsing world. When I acknowledged my swaddling-clothes, the smile returned to my face –
my window rescued it when I stopped pretendingI can everything.