The life urged me to vet my dustbin. So I am searching for the heart now.
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 loveleaves 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
The search for a thought of the day made me responsible for the tomorrow.
ARTISTIC ACTIVITIES CREATE MY HERE AND NOW.
The need to update old records makes me look at life a little more closely. Writing in this way makes me grow despite old age. What could be better? Seeing a picture means hearing its colors. They combine our problems with spiritual values and thus embody the latter and solve all human puzzles.
A saying goes Photos are speaking. I found out that when I saw my WordPress.com blog. The “Arthiker” means the hiker through the art and life of Tomas Karkalas.
Time from time I like to browse through my blog. Thus the photo thePower 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.
Once upon a time there lived good giants… yet does that mean any to us today?
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.
the spiritual healing by the fine arts starts at a moment we recognize ourselves in other ~ Tomas Karkalas