Love

What do you see in the photo? Autumn leaves? Or maybe you recognize yourself in it?
This is me, Butterfly, who was put in Plaster

Love is just one word, but how many meanings it contain! Let’s see.
Some say they love themselves, others say they love their family. The authorities are urging us to love our city as well. As you can see, we already have three loves, and that’s not all.
We are called to love God first and foremost.
Sex and agape are certainly not the same, although they are named after the same word. In addition, people say that if we love God, we must love our enemies as well. Is that possible?
What does it mean to love?

Let’s talk.

fellow-traveller

photo painting SELF-PERCEPTION by Tomas Karkalas from Klaipeda, Lithuania

The title put a question what is this? So the viewer wonder where is he ? That‘s why I like the fine arts. „What is this?“ always blossoms out at art showrooms.
The close-up always works like magic  – changes everything to the abstraction that captivates with its symbolism. People can only envy such consciousness outside the exhibition.

my lucky day

Home Town

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

The caught glimpse was what inspired me this Monday

If you are reading this, it means my writing aren’t lost, and the thoughts jumped not in vain . Thank You.  Are you part of this picture?

THE CAUGHT GLIMPSE by Tomas Karkalas; Lithuania

I was walking down a street, the narrow old town street. High walls surrounded me. Was I imprisoned by my town? Or the stone creations were there to teach me somewhat? I looked around, and the blade of grass underfoot pierced me with its green glance. Wow , I sat back in an awe and thus became the blind – the single blade of the grass caught my eye and the heart and thus shadowed the entrance door to the joyful garden under the wall.

“Reason can answer questions, but imagination has to ask them.”
— Ralph Gerard

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School of love – create with joy

Molar King from art therapy class

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

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Power of the knowledge

what’s inside?

This is a pot – not the artwork, but a simple shot of what’s on my table, however I am going to frame it: to make a pot the distinctive page of my diary. So where is a key to this unsearchable action?
It is neither a shape of my pot, nor the colors of the image – it is the knowledge of what’s inside a pot. That is why the image looks so sweet to me : I saw how my wife was cooking a jam here, and that caused the magical transformation – my knowledge has made the ordinary pot into something worthy to remember, revealed a secret of my transformational art.

Last sentinels

digital painting LAST SENTINELS – 2010 – Tomas Karkalas; Klaipeda, Lithuania

“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