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.
A pile of drawings lay on a table in a wait of the somebody attention. I had to choose what to pic up to represent the art therapy class for people with the psychiatric disorders. That was the hard task because each picture had its own charm, but ultimately the image you see on above made my choice. These lines attracted me, and I made a shot. Now I had to say something, to explain the cause of my interest. Thus I recalled the quote:
I guess you wonder how this magic shot was taken, so here is a story.
While wandering around my town I came to the scenery that could not pass by. A huge stump stopped me. I was stopped not by the tree but its remnants. They looked like the portrait of me, therefore I didn’t fear the bars that dangled in front of the passersby anymore. The door stood waiting for me and I stepped in. I entered an art therapy room where people with psychiatric disorders were sitting around the table and drawing a sun.
Wow! Love inhabited a tiny room: the lights of the lovely drawings on the dark walls and this handicraft on a table dazzled me. I took my camera and stuff for a sharing such way appeared.
Life behind the bars did not allure, but the works of mentally ill sat me in awe. The documentary photograph „Copy of Copy“ stands like a sentinel over the sunbeam. It pleases the eye but does not allow me to close in the self-satisfaction amidst the fellow artists.
digital painting Shield of a Smile by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
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.
photo one-alonerby Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
Once upon a time there lived good giants… yet does that mean any to us today? Last Overview The rubble catch the eye, attract the archaeologists, but are unfit to modern living.
When I started to think, I identified myself with the wall from the picture. It was the rundown and I was the alike, my disablement talked eloquently – unfit for life. In other words, as the wall as I – we both are living due to your care for us now.
the spiritual healing by the fine arts starts at a moment we recognize ourselves in other ~ Tomas Karkalas
The Portrait of the Silence by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania
This fruit didn’t grow in Lithuania but colonizes my table . It means, the shop that is located just across the street occupied my home. In other words, it became hard to talk about any “national dishes” today. Our kitchens became international, and the talking about specific features mark the ethnography but not what we are eating indeed. In spite of all the above, our tastes continue differ between. So while I drink coffee without sugar, other do that otherwise, yet does mean the above though anything? In other words, the epithet “national dish” says nothing in essence, because there is no such dish that could be valued alike by all people. I can talk about “Cepelinai”, but I haven’t the right to name them the symbol of Lithuanian kitchen, because not all Lithuanians eat them. In spite of that, there are some spices that are honored by all people the same way. It isn’t sugar or salt. It is our love. We cook either with love, or out of duty and consequently taste either something delicious, or just the nutrition. It’s no matter what will be cooked concretely, the taste will depend on the love. The love is inescapable gradient of every single dish. That is the universal truth. While talking about Lithuanian kitchen, I can observe just one “specific” – the canned goods are not popular here.
However, this statement should be used with some precaution. The spread of the quick food eateries didn’t leave Lithuania somewhere aside, but influenced our morality the same way as it has done everywhere else in the world. As you know the fairy tales awake everywhere in the world, but do that only at midnight. Did you questioned yourself, why it is so?
1955-? digital painting 2008 by Tomas Karkalas, Lithuania
We face lots of changes on every step of our walk, but joy to serve our guests with what we have the best at the moment remains the same, and I am proud to partake in this “habit”. Lithuanian are used to visit each other without any special need for that and to do that at any time of the year by bringing some gifts to the mistress of the house. I think that is symbolical too. Every single day that we knock at a door of other, we participate in the greatest feast that ever was held on the earth. That gives taste to all that we experience. So Lithuanian kitchen reveals what matters indeed – that’s love…our attitude towards the life and our neighbor.