“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
Tomas Karkalas 2015 ~ Last Mohicans are indwelling Klaipėda
The survivors will flourish again, and the earth will be renewed again.
Will you be among them?
Mothers call children miracles, but if someone calls themselves that, it is already disgusting … However, I think I am entitled to such a title because … I was born twice. The surgeon said after the first head surgery:
Well, Tom, you are now at least twenty years older than what is written in your passport. So, dates will be my only tombstone mistake
The question “Are you lost?“ can sound like a lifeline if you wander the forest without knowing the way home. But the same words would sound offensive if you sit comfortably in the armchair. Our gratitude and anger depend on the same words. We obey clearly defined instructions but do not hear the wisdom. Therefore people are skeptical of poetry and follow the press closely because they want an objective overview of world events. What does such objectiveness mean? Is this okay? That is another question. Are you lost?
Value your words. Each one may be the last — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
digital painting The Tasty Fallby Tomas Karkalas – Klaipeda, Lithuania
“The error of youth is to believe that intelligence is a substitute for experience, while the error of age is to believe that the experience is a substitute for intelligence.” –Lyman Bryson (1888 – 1959) U.S. educator
Smile in Disguise according to Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania
“When you look for the good in others, you discover the best in yourself.”
~ Martin Walsh
The windows hide people with the psychiatric disorders from the well-groomed passersby. The case-histories absorb the stories of the wish to be and lock the passions in a secret of the stifling archives behind bars. The heavy silence would reign if not theart therapy …- have a look at the jolly colors below, at the smile in disguise. This picture was made by a patient who didn’t call himself the artist, but silently inhabited the space under the window. I couldn’t pass by so took my camera…