“The world is a dangerous place.
Not because of those who do evil,
but because of those who look on and do nothing”.
– Albert EinsteinTomas Karkalas 2015 ~ Last Mohicans are indwelling Klaipėda
The survivors will bloom in green, and the earth is going to renew once again, but at a moment, we see just the neutral colors. So the art test of our patience. The survivors will bloom. Would it be you?
While hearing one is sick, we think about the nursing, but the mentally ill patients can only dream about such understanding and the compassion for their hardships. Thus I can’t rejoice over the consciousness of my town.
On the other hand, either being the mentally ill is something that deserves the applause out of itself? Not, of course. Then why did I feel some irritation? Either I worry just for myself (I am exactly such patient), or think about you as my brothers and sisters?
I think the picture on above perfectly share these emotions. If…when we succeed in transcending our prejudices, we insensibly enter the realm of the spiritual wonderland…
Now, let me share some of visual thoughts, let me invite you to Modus Vivendi.
digital painting Mature Squeakers by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
This is a picture, the artwork – the digital painting ‘Mature squeaker’ is my response to no comments. That’s an overview of the modern world.
The squeaker…the pets are growing old and showcase the transformation of the beloved pup to the barking dog.
The Squeakers leave our towns and inhabit the diaries – pure love leaves our homes.
Where did lead such reports?
The life urged me to vet my dustbin. So I am searching for the heart here now.
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face ~ Bernard Williams
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photo painting HUMBUG FELLOW by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
The picture put a question what is this? So the viewer looked at the title. The humbug. Thus the wonder did not stop, but continued to inquiry why??? Why is it the humbug? That‘s why I like the fine arts. The „What is this?“ always blossoms out with the „Why?“ at art showrooms.
The passersby would envy such consciousness outside the exhibition if not its follower the silence that terrifies with the question-marks.
The close-up always works like magic – changes everything to the abstraction that captivates with its symbolism. Some call that the fine arts, yet what do we need indeed? The confession of the faith in a plain writing, or the mystery of the “jabber‘s beauty?”
The last always hides us from ourselves.The lie always loses its power in the logic of the title.
the bridge to oneself
Do you know that keeping the diary has the therapeutic value ? And reading the diary… is it the healing too? That’s why I’m sharing my thoughts with you. Your comments will give a meaning to my creativity – being here and now. Thank You….
“There is nothing insignificant in this world.
It all depends on the point of view.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The trees know my thoughts, but do you know them too?
The trees know my thoughts, but do you know them too? The trees comfort me, but I am addressing the passersby…The silence challenges and charges with hiding the truth about my response to Jesus love.
Freedom is never free; it is always bought with blood.- O.S. Hawkins.
photo painting “Hometown of the creativity” by Tomas Karkalas / Lithuania
The everlasting youth just can’t look old despite the fall outside. The picture proves that. The fine arts convince us of everything we just dream about. So let’s create with joy.
“More people would learn from their mistakes if they weren’t so busy denying them.” — Harold J. Smith
