mature squeakers

digital painting Mature Squeakers by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania

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

my heart

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Autumn underfoot

digital painting Autumn Underfoot by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania

digital painting Autumn Underfoot by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania

“Blessed are those who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing” – Camille Pissarro

I just had a chat. I was asked: „Hi, Tomas, how are you?“ and I replied: „Hi…I am enjoying an opportunity to say “Hi!” loudly now“.

“When you plant a seed of love, it is you that blossoms.”― Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati

art prompt: cry for color

photo Cry for Color from the archives of Tomas Karkalas

cry for color


Once upon a time the sunbeam created my palette and the artworks reflected the sunbeam. My surroundings literally feeds me – the fine arts helped me recognize oneself in other .

Roses bloom beautifully because they are not trying to be lavender or irises.“ ~ Pragito Dove

The cost of color discovery is high. Art therapy classes go in the hospitals for people with the psychiatric disorders.



meeting a fantasy

graphic Logo of Tomas Karkalas

graphic Logo of Tomas Karkalas

Google gives the information and a wish to quit quicker. But the works of fiction impact on us otherwise – put under a charm with a subtext that constructs as the time machines as everything we want to enjoy the transformational art.

The subtext free us of fear to speak but hides the message and so inspires a search. So let me start my writing.

As mentally ill I have the limited rights. I can‘t drive a car, can‘t be in public life. I can mourn „poor me“ but that didn’t attract. So why not use the imagination? As I closed my eyes the picture changed at once. I visualized myself as the representative of the modern world, not the dependent on my family grace but Mr. Representative. Wow! I seized my diary and inscribed the thought worthy of pondering.

People with the disabilities are needless to this world so they have much time to dream at the window. Is that not a want of  many people in our busy world?  I just jump as I grasped my riches. If I have so much, why not share that with you?

I met a challenge and made my first post on a blog. Yet joy didn’t last for long.  A new day  dawned and the blogging demanded the new post.  The search for a thought of the day made me responsible for the tomorrow, enabled me to grow despite my old age. Everything is possible again.  Is i t not a fantasy?

Thought of the day

photo Unwraped pack of cookies by Tomas Karkalas

The Power To Be in disguise as a cookie — 2010

Time from time I like to browse through my blog. Thus the photo the Power to be in disguise as a cookie ~ 2010 caught my look once again. I wrote then that we can either talk about love or to love. Nothing changed since then despite the multitude of new artworks. Art Test remained the same. Did we learn though something? Art metaphors are still waiting for their readers.

the consumers of love

photo one-aloner by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania

photo one-aloner by 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.