shaking the hands

photo "identification card" ~ Tomas Karkalas

identification card ~ Tomas Karkalas

sitting by the window became my day, but I didn’t stop talking , because I dipped the paintbrush into art paint. This is how I discovered the world outside the window, within myself.

The same Spirit rests in all of us, and we hurt her if we name one who is next to us as the unknown passerby.

My pictures are the stairs to the world where the gratitude rules and transforms hard questions into the relax.

 

Eloquent silence of Tomas Karkalas

The attempts to write eloquently with the meaning and benefit to the readers frequently head towards the writer‘s block. Though it may look nice to keep bad emotions and sad stories for oneself (not to litter the space we all share in common), but the suppressed feelings result in a double darkness. Yet the situation is not the hopeless. I will share my experience as a proof. I‘m writing in a foreign language nobody talk around and thus transform the legitimate mourning into the lovely play of words nobody follow because of ignorance of language I talk. That reminds the hiding in a safe shelter but that enables me to stand up and go on with a smile. So a toad is addressing you.
As I opened the dictionary, what am I became the obvious. I was a toad. Yes yes, as the disabled I was unemployed for life so I was eating my family toads. The truth was not the inspirational but the arguing with the dictionary would look even more silly thing. The reality looked ugly but I did not gave in despite my predicament. I did not throw away my Lithuanian-English vocabulary but opened its next page.
Creative work…that was a whole new ball game. Now the Dictionary enabled me to put a new face on my being. People know me as an artist! Have a look at Tomas Karkalas…The artworks blossom forth with a wish to thank for the beauty that surround me in disguise as the abstracts.The creativity enables me not to stumble and view the life not through the eyes but on inside.