A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed ~ Proverbs 11:25
The picture looks outwardly drastic, it’s the apple of discord. We see the striking contrast between visual story and the mastery of listening it. The artworks are the transformational. Thus now, your interpretation will make the last brush stroke.
It‘s hard to name the reality properly: the jobcentre sees me as the uneducated, despite the study of the Scripture that have taught me everything I needed to know. God‘s Word teaches endurance in the flow of the current misunderstandings.
shadows define the light and my gratitude knows no past.
Unfortunately, the modern art galleries orient to profit. That is horrible. While growing I saw the beauty and morality as the highest goals of the fine arts‘ message. I could not then and I can not visualize the history of the creativity as a fight for the cash now too.
The unfair situation tested my belief and so I have found my heart … in the hospital for people with the psychiatric disorders. Art therapy looks like the Last Mohican on the current sunset…
Tall tree was growing in my backyard; I was young too, but became a bald at the window. The tree has changed likewise. A stump fits in my eye-shot now.
I and the tree kept eye-to-eye contact for a long but didn’t reach an intimacy because many other windows gazed at us and each looked from its own perspective, so a bad–mouthing colored the sky.
But the confusion didn’t last for a long. Somebody crowed the stump: put a vase of the flowers on it. The stranger’s search for the beauty stopped all misunderstandings and honored us both.
Wow! It is good to live in an apartment house: many people dream in the windows here. The sense of togetherness creates the peace in the thundering town, inflames with the want to create. I joyfully scrape the potatoes for to cook something to eat.
“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” ~ Aristotle
I was going by the bridge when I suddenly look down. The river was full of water and it seemed so vicious – the thick and brown…
The words sacrifice their original meaning for the transformation into the metaphors and so do the visual arts; life illustrations turn to the abstracts to grasp people’s attention. As the words sacrifice their original meaning to grip people‘s attention, the metaphors inhabit us. While watching the changes, the common pictures turn to the abstract art and divides the artists to visual masters and the writers. Does the clarity increase? We can define the creativity as never-ending search for the right word. So the solitude receives the double assessment. Most people see it as main feature of the saints who need a silence to prayer, to talk with God and therefore bow to it till mentally ill surface in the same diagnosis. The sages benefit from the touch with their soul in silence, but people with the psychiatric disorders meet just a sneer and world‘s ignorance.
The national economy perceives mentally ill as a burden , despite the lessons they took in their silence. Though the sick like the saints live in touch with their soul but meet only the hardships to announce their insights to the world.
Once I have read „If you are alone, you have no value“ These words well-defined the being of people with psychiatric disorders and therefore pierced me deeply with the undeserved charge. Am I a no-good, the worthless?
I tried to overview the comments we leave on one another posts. The „Whoops!!!“ was most popular, but did it speak a lot? How does „Whoops!!!“ relate to the questions the authors were raising in their writing? Our signatures follow Whoops!!! and vanish from sight under the impersonal form of our writing. No comments would be more honest response, yet does anybody want the truth? It‘s otherwise. We all dream to receive though the simplest „like“. I am not an exception, but can a little here. I can only try to guess what would be your response. Thank you in advance.
“The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.” (Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov)
While going for a loaf of a bread, I am to pass by a beggar who always sits at the entrance to my shop. So I am taking love‘s test daily.
I can remove my eyes but can not silence the gospel “whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it“
Reaching out to members with disabilities need no costly traveling to some exotic place. People in need are always next to u, but the authorities put the national economy above you and me, sacrificed our emotions to the national security. The government thus littered our souls with the worry for oneself in the world where a theory of the survival of the fittest reigns. Thus Life color all around with the indifference to everything we look at for the sake of… the mud disguises as the high art and laugh at us, but most people are deaf already to the Untitled serenity.
The search of eternities compose my blogs, they are my diary that consists of my artworks that look at you and long for you now.
- Modesty of the icicles (arthiker.wordpress.com)