Fantasy bubbles are exploding; our handmade arts look like the meteoric attractions. They produce the pictorial splashes, yet who would care for the tatters? That’s why lots of pictures are rolling in the mud of the forgetfulness. The heart is crying for the survival and thus leads all those who have the ears to God’s Word. God dries our teardrop and gives the peace in Jesus Christ.
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
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
Yes, my name is not an exception too, dear Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I bought a lottery ticket. It cost 1$, but I didn’t lose a penny – I win one dollar too. So today became my lucky day: I lost nothing. Was that not a dream?
Thus there are no wonder I didn’t stop buying the lottery tickets – I still have hope to improve my being: to change the sad reality of the living on a disability pension to a sunny today. The lottery is my only way to do that.
“Time is what you have left.. you just march with it and use it the best you can”– Frank Stella
It is good if everybody has a chance to talk, yet that only doubled the pain because nobody listened.
As we realize our problems as the misunderstandings, the conflict hurts doubly: the understanding of the meaninglessness of our passions colour up everything as the futility. That increased my despair and led to the hospital for people with the psychiatric disorders in Klaipeda. So I appeared in the art therapy class…Wow! Love was reigning there. The mental hospital was a school of love. I took my camera and became the participant of the class.
My eyes were captured by the Molar King … freedom from the attachments means not the wings, but the blindness to the talents God gave to us.
Many are afraid to greet people with the psychiatric disorders, and such mindset hurts the most. It hurts not only the rejected but the world because the prejudices rob people of their freedom to smile and put them into the slavery to the cunning standards of beauty.
What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly — Lao Tzu
You might be interested to read the art reminder
“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” ~ Mark Twain
The yellow “Sentinel” never tires of watching the developments, guards the earth underfoot. The picture serves as a shield against the rational mind – proves Mark Twain’ definition of the kindness which equips us with the truth for the sharing. So the artwork returned my freedom to choose :
if we would visualize the passersby as the letters, what would we read?
… I became even ashamed for my satisfaction with the present moment. That may sound strangely, but if I am enjoying my now, that means I do not wish to improve the situation – the incurable do not wish to recover (!) Can it be so?
Faith, hope, and love… I think that faith and hope always point to the future and thus take us out of “here and now”- only the love has the power to cross this trap and bridges heaven to the earth – see my images
The mushrooms grow and have the same taste everywhere, yet while moving from country to country the approach to the gathering of the ‘Edible Boletus’ differs greatly. The Lithuanians love the mushrooming – the wandering around the woods, but it‘s otherwise in Sweden or Germany . Many gather the delicious “wood-bread” only in the shops there.
The same relate to the fine arts. The colors please each eye, yet radiate the different message – the same image means different things in different countries , but we muse about the global impact of the fine arts on our cultures. Is that not the ABC of self-deception?
I like to paint, but what does that mean? How to relate my emotions to the current worldevents?
I don’t know the picture that changed though some in our daily living needs ,
but still create my visual stories nevertheless.