- peace in my mirror ~ Tomas Karkalas
The world see grey-headed as the useless, but I see the peace in my mirror ~ Tomas Karkalas is the true story.
Previous to writing , I was drawing, but the artworks needed the titles.
I knew the ABC then, but I truly rejoice over the reading now. That is much more than just an ability to navigate by the ABC . Time has taught me the meaning of the letters which have led me to the prayer life.
Grace isn’t a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It’s a way to live. ~ Attributed to Jacqueline Winspear
The world is a dangerous place.
Not because of those who do evil,
but because of those who look on and do nothing.
– Albert Einstein
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digital photo-painting LAST GLIMPSE by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania
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
Eyes from underfoot …
photo painting “eyes from underfoot” by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
I have learned to see myself in others – to respect the passersby. The sense of myself in everything I looked at taught me not litter up while walking down the street. Everything was OK, till now ,when I visualized myself in the picture of the pavement’s tesserae. The fairy eyes were gazing at me from the underfoot… While looking at this portrait I sensed myself as a paralytic : I stopped in fear to tread mud all over my face…
On the other hand, it was good to check where and how I was moving. Thus the artworks greatly expanded my spatial awareness – the creativity helped me to orient – my images created me and left in a 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”
a close-up at art therapy crafts
art therapy is the school of being together.
The diploma in art therapy is the practice of the sharing of the love.
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
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Molar King from art therapy class
It is good if everybody has a chance to talk, yet that only doubled the pain because nobody listened.
As we realize our problems as the misunderstandings, the conflict hurts doubly: the understanding of the meaninglessness of our passions colour up everything as the futility. That increased my despair and led to the hospital for people with the psychiatric disorders in Klaipeda. So I appeared in the art therapy class…Wow! Love was reigning there. The mental hospital was a school of love. I took my camera and became the participant of the class.
My eyes were captured by the Molar King … freedom from the attachments means not the wings, but the blindness to the talents God gave to us.
Many are afraid to greet people with the psychiatric disorders, and such mindset hurts the most. It hurts not only the rejected but the world because the prejudices rob people of their freedom to smile and put them into the slavery to the cunning standards of beauty.
What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly — Lao Tzu
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This is a pot – not the artwork, but a simple shot of what’s on my table, however I am going to frame it: to make a pot the distinctive page of my diary. So where is a key to this unsearchable action?
It is neither a shape of my pot, nor the colors of the image – it is the knowledge of what’s inside a pot. That is why the image looks so sweet to me : I saw how my wife was cooking a jam here, and that caused the magical transformation – my knowledge has made the ordinary pot into something worthy to remember, revealed a secret of my transformational art.