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Tomas Karkalas ~ home value 50x38,87 cm
The colors create the mysterious depth of the image. The secret was explained on my art mirror blog. Hope you will click on the above link and browse through my archives. You will have a good time for sure and I too hope to receive your feedback. Thank you
Tomas Karkalas ~ glimpse of eternity
I see the creative work as as the recognicion of the eternities in the old images. Thus the artists awake the archives and discover their memoirs in what their are looking at. Please read the speechless cry.
photo story
I like this shot, yet do I hear my visions? While silence talk loudly, what comes in response?
I am alive thus it's time to blossom despite anything I face around
We all have heard that looking at smth and seeing though any are two different things.
The bubbles of the rain spring back the puddles on the windowpane, it becomes hard to see clearly, yet the picture looks nicely. Thus what is the beauty? Is it the the alarm-clock or the sleeping-drought?
shadows reflect the light
So, how much is the love? I tried to make some research and was given a good shake by the recognition of lots of omitted words. Just look by reading here…
- outlook towards the house reflects the thoughts of its inhabitants
when the picture points to something out of shape, it challenges the viewer to search what’s beyond the artwork. You can see my story by clicking here
Thank you.
While looking back it was easy to point where does my article start (have a look at the post towards the artwork) and where does it end (click on a link peace of mind ) Yet what should be said about the photo above? How to define the desire just to make a shot?
We know a saying “the picture is worthy hundred of words” yet is that not the hiding from oneself? The deliberate refusal to announce the personal believes loudly.
the whiteness will survive the hard times
stocktaking of 2008
While wife was doing the room, I was talking about how should people to live… That looks ridiculously- not well indeed. But what more can be done by one, who is officially recognized as the disabled for life?
While my wife was doing the room, I just wished to share the beauty and did nothing …. It’s easy to explain the above riddle, yet the truth will remain ugly. It was not my consciousness but the state of health that defined my activities. So to speak, the disabled gets his living by doing nothing except the empty gazing at a window.
The comprehension of the above (the acknowledgment of my sickness) looks like the real curse. So to speak, the begging for paying my Internet fee will be my Christmas shopping.
The readdressing the received reviews of my blogs to my wife is everything I can to do. That’s my only desire. She is the real angel.
Wow, I heartily thank you for the lovely comments – for the precious support not to loose self respect. Thank you. My best wishes to you and your beloved. Dear bloggers, Merry Christmas!
