While walking down a street in a search of self, I run into a wall by recognizing self in a plasterboard that sat me back in an awe .
– Do you talk to me? – I questioned the wall.
The eyeshot was silent like a mirror, and the mirrors never lie .
Freedom of thoughts… The title unclosed the value of this photo painting, pictorially revealed the truth.
Fantasy bubbles are exploding; our handmade arts look like the meteoric attractions. They produce the pictorial splashes, yet who would care for the tatters? That’s why lots of pictures are rolling in the mud of the forgetfulness. The heart is crying for the survival and thus leads all those who have the ears to God’s Word. God dries our teardrop and gives the peace in Jesus Christ.
Our spiritual condition has an impact on our physical condition, and vice versa. What affects one aspect of our being also touches all the others. We are a whole person ~~It is Written
Even the best message is just the words, if it comes without the addressee. Therefore, I am questioning myself, what do I do? Why? And thus discover a meaning in my gazing through the window: the passersby dress the famous quotes for the strangers could revive the ages, put the wisdom to the irritating bustle outside. So my “Last Glimpse” got the meaning .
“More people would learn from their mistakes if they weren’t so busy denying them.” — Harold J. Smith
I have learned to respect all passersby – to see myself in others. The sense of self in the universe taught me not to throw garbage down the street.
So far everything was fine, but today I was stopped by the drawing under my feet. The fairy’s eyes stared at me from under my feet – I felt paralyzed. I was afraid to even cross.
On the other hand, it was good to check where and how I was moving.
in other words, the artwork greatly expanded my spatial awareness: painting taught me to think in images and left at the bus station..
I reminded the wise Frank Stella’ saying, “I don’t like to say I have given my life to art. I prefer to say art has given me my life”