Peace in my mirror

peace in my mirror ~ Tomas Karkalas

true story

I used to do a lot of painting, but at exhibitions, I needed to give paintings names. So I had to retrain and become a poet. I see peace in the mirror, but the world sees the elders as a burden.

What is it? How do you call it? The rhetoric of wisdom, or the whims of personalities?

When I learned how to hold a pencil, getting to know the elementary enabled me to draw a sketch. Years have passed … now I have long enjoyed reading, the real art of understanding the world and myself. And that’s much more than browsing the internet for ABC links. Time taught me to know the letters that led me to the life of prayer. The sense of human being opened the door to the mystery of silence.

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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Lost sanity

eternal truths ~ 60x45cm ~ Tomas Karkalas

Lost sanity unveils the wonderland of the eternal truths. Have a look. That would enable you to see better my anatomy of love

A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed ~ Proverbs 11:25

unnameable serenity

unnameable serenity ~ 50×66,67 cm ~ Tomas Karkalas ~

“Suffering is arguing with reality.” ~ Byron Katie

dependent on memory

Curonian Gulf peacefully rests in the frame

the Curonian Gulf peacefully rests in the frame. Lithuanian landscape comforts, yet the Lagoon challenged me to a memory of 581 thousands tons of food thrown on the scrap-heap per year in my country.
I kissed my slice of bread and apologised. The water smiled back to me, and I have read: “Art holds out the promise of inner wholeness.”

Lithuanian reality

eye-to-eye encounter

Lithuanian reality

Self-portrait In disguise as a flower

Self-portrait In disguise as a flower / Tomas Karkalas

I like to read in a foreign language – the dictionary always inspires, expands the horizons. So I have encountered the phrase the “weak vessel“. What was that ? …
Wow! My Lithuanian-English dictionary talks about me! And it perfectly describes the “beauty“ of the “invisible disabilities‘ : the dictionary closes the truth with an irony that stops and questions – demands the response. So I am digging into my artistic archives for the relevant (heartfelt) information (for example, see the Lullaby of the archives) The questions multiply, They say the real strength is ability to laugh at oneself. Then the silence expresses the failure. What is the wisdom then? My posts or your responses?

lullaby of the archives

dreams had dawned to web by Tomas Karkalas

The wish to share the heart is not it’s sharing out of itself. A dream demands two-way action, yet it was not in vain in my case. Wish of sharing enabled me to open the archives and thus to remind “sad portrait” on above…There were lots of yellow sand and the amber seashore – my footprints were everywhere there… Was and were – past tense is a key to the sadness of the yellow portrait, the situation comprehension  points to the way out of the current mess and thus makes the tears into the lullaby worthy the sharing.