as the words sacrifice their original meaning to transform into the metaphors in order to grasp people’s attention, so what was a photography once upon a time became the abstract artwork.

I would like to add just one remark. The picture looks the best (reveals itself in full) in its original size (80cm in height)

The hackers didn’t overcome me. Art by Butterfly in Plaster still looks to you.

Thank you, dear Indigo Expressions, for the putting of my works into this video. You enabled me to share my gratitude via modern technologies, helped me to break forth from silence of  my tiny room.

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Am I out-of-date? See the visual aids to morality…  Your feedbacks  dry the tears and enable me to continue to welcome the life. Thank you for viewing my art.

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THE DERELICT -- 2010 by Tomas Karkalas

Colors always attract us,  allure to follow their stories.  So  I became the eyewitness of the challenging picture  above. The stick underfoot caught my eye, yet what should my reaction be?  Should I enjoy the view, or pick up the derelict to throw it to the dustbin in order the garden could please the eye of each?

While dealing with the eternities the light met the changing morality…

As  I started to paint,  the heart on the easel was my only goal and the main value of the artistic canvas. Unfortunately the modern world understands just market language. Thus my schooling is suitable only to …the mental hospitals.

As I look at the photo I enjoy not my digital painting but the memories that comfort the heart by offering to look at my  zero bank account as a test of my fitness to forthcoming dawn.

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list from my diary --- Tomas Karkalas 2010

I know a lot of English words. They vibrate with joy, yet just silence fills my posts. Digital watercolor “summer rain” testifies for my being.  Knowing what should be done and doing that are two different things.

entrance to fairyland --- Tomas Karkalas 2010

As I take my camera (or the paintbrush), just magical transformation takes place.  What looked as and ordinary landscape puts me into an awe now.  Yet there are no mystery. Each of us know well, space is full with sounds, yet we need the headphones to listen to the cosmos for to see the entrance to fairyland.