photo painting – butterfly in the plaster – Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
The question “Are you lost?“ can sound like a lifeline if you wander the forest without knowing the way home. But the same words would sound offensive if you sit comfortably in the armchair. Our gratitude and anger depend on the same words. We obey clearly defined instructions but do not hear the wisdom. Therefore people are skeptical of poetry and follow the press closely because they want an objective overview of world events. What does such objectiveness mean? Is this okay? That is another question. Are you lost?
Value your words. Each one may be the last — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
Do you know that keeping the diary has the therapeutic value ? And reading the diary… is it the healing too? That’s why I’m sharing my thoughtswith you. Your comments will give a meaning to my creativity – being here and now. Thank You….
“There is nothing insignificant in this world. It all depends on the point of view.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Yes, my name is not an exception too, dear Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Do we enjoy what we see or what we think about what we know?
photo paper riddle
I was used to think the good picture needs no comments.It should talk itself. Yet I was under a delusion. The photo “paper riddle” helped me to grasp that. So let’s look again. What we see are two paper swans on a bookshelf . We may enjoy these paper crafts or not, but our emotions would show nothing if without the following information: these swans were made not by the artists but the patients of the hospital for people with psychiatric disorders. Art therapydidn’t display any destructive colors or the challenging shapes, but the peaceful warmth of paper creations…now the swans look otherwise, isn’t it? So knowledge of the truth made the paper swans a riddle. Do we enjoy what we see or what we think about what we know?
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.
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
Time renames the pictures but old images continue the sharing of the same message despite our expanded experience. It changes only the titles but not the message.
digital painting the breakthrough via the ignorance 2005 ~ Tomas Karkalas
the breakthrough via the ignorance 2005 ~ Tomas Karkalas
Time renames the pictures but old images continue the sharing of the same message despite our expanded experience. It changes only the titles but not the message.
As I looked at my digital painting on above, the cloud of improvements cried for healing touch to better express the Towards Oneself theme. It looked like the changing of the past needed only the editing program, but was that not a trap?
We cannot change the past.We can only try to comprehend our yesterday.
Therefore I did not edit my artwork.
The Wake up! command challenges but not raises up a wish to stand up. That demands the acknowledgement of personal state on a bottom. Am I there?
I have browsed through my blogging. No comments were the typical endings of my posts. Does it mean my emotions were only mine actuality?
Time turned the silence to the provision of the writing materials for new post could occur, for a breakthrough via the ignorance could stay possible, sohere are the transformational art of Tomas Karkalas
Our diaries turned to the blogs where the success of the online journals became dependent on Google’ ratings
Portrait of the Silence ~Tomas Karkalas 2009-2013
As the foreign news threaten the readers, my photos rest in peace and play hide-and-seek. Each time I browse through the archives, new questions raise up. What are our goals?
Once upon a time there lived people who hide their emotions in the diaries. We keep the journals too, but none of us needs the solitude anymore. Our diaries turned to the blogs where the success of the online journals became dependent on Google’ ratings. The implication is that the market administers the heart now. So what? The market’ rules pushed God’s guidance down the stairs… Let‘s see what do we reap now? A great many of people keep the banners „No to the hackers!“
arthiker 
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