half-landing by Tomas Karkalas

While the tales start with once upon a time, this artwork depicts the current affairs, illustrates my story on a road to happiness.  I see this digital painting as the explanatory image of Street Dreamers.  The picture reveals our emotions – current mud is just the half-landing and thus my eyes are shining despite neither I nor my friends have nothing to enjoy at a moment.  My eyes are shining, and the light dwells in outwardly sorrowful pictures, yet I don’t know either I could continue with my artworks tomorrow.  The current expenses are higher my potency to pay for the artistic materials already now, therefore … however, the world don’t need my artworks, so my problems are just my personal troubles. Nevertheless my eyes are shining, because I know well that my current being is just half-landing, but not the destination point.  As a saying goes, money will be of no value in the grave. That means I have jumped over the time already so I am  sending my best wishes to you from the wonderland where the beggars lack nothing and people dont worry for their earnings, but rejoice over their being and share just the love one with other.  Greetings from half-landing!

Tall tree was growing by the house till now. Currently nothing shadows the entrance. See for yourself. Photo talks eloquently.

the pathfinder awakes the wish to open the eyes

The simple  daily news looks like the poetic narration. That’s the puzzling.  Thus let me explain all the above in more details.  The house I have mentioned earlier was the hospital I stay in.  The shape of the stump of a tree associates with the shape of my Lithuania on a map. Plus the tree symbolizes the life.  I hope this information helped you to see the photo through my eyes.  Personally I sat back in awe. That was not the artistic fantasy but the photography.  The sign.  The second. The street dreamers have the same address. I took the picture  at the same entrance to my new world.  As you see for yourself, the  destination point is already at hand.

street dreamers by Tomas Karkalas

I named this digital painting the street dreamers, yet “its me” was the original idea.  The cars run forward and the oil spotted the asphalt. The blot associated with the face that looked at the passersby. I just couldn’t not to recognize myself in that image. More I looked underfoot, better I saw just incredible depth in earlier just flat and dirty surface.  I caught the silent smile that was wandering in the image and sensed all my destiny brothers here. While being  diagnosed as the sick for life, we needed the daily care, yet  we rarely weep bitter tears, because we trust in God and His Holy Promise to  resurrect us one day.  Thus we are like the silent bearers of God’s love. That way the weeping becomes even hard to imagine because we gratefully knock  on the doors of the realm of the eternal values.  Our competence to talk comes not from us but the Light we see under the window of the hospital for the people with the psychiatric disorders. You may see these pictures on the Modus Vivendi blog. Just click the title above. You will enjoy the artworks of my friends there and thus will have a bit clearer  picture of me and my creativity

I am coming

I am coming. Let’s read that photo story together. So what’s my only supporter?  Just click on above and don’t fear the last leaflet.  Are you ready?

eloquent silence

I s that not a miracle? Light still is present in the picture  despite all warning news that knock on the hearts of the inmates of that house. The Eloquent silence of November will get the huge traffic due to  Alphainventions.com and this blog will grow in the result, despite all bad news of our economic. Thus there is no wonder the  shot looks the grievous, if to judge from the outside, yet lets look at the photo I took from the inside of the building…. as you see the Peace supporter didn’t lose the hope.  I too still trust in your generosity and kindness, dear readers.

listening for self by Tomas Karkalast to Tomas

In response to what is the digital painting we meet with the rich palette of the activities that may be reflected by that form of the art.   As for me, that is a way to breathe. While looking such way, it becomes very easy to define the creativity and  explain all  its results.  The Bible  inspired me to make that picture – I have read :

“Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, ‘Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,’ but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?” James 2:15-16 (NIV)

The earlier experienced light (grateful  memory) helps me to continue through the threatening realm of November … lonely optimist wish for recovery pavements story What was your experience? Speak your mind

I wanted to say something nice, thus  looked around… you see the picture on above. That’s my wish to ride the sunbeam – the transformational art.

the riddle of being 2009 by Tomas Karkalas

The photo portrays  my yard , yet this shot is much more than just an autumn pick.  I face this view each time I go out of my room and it  looks like a sign… the riddle of being – the fate. The ability to recognize the mystery in the ordinary steps makes the life the colorful, yet  the explanations   of  my eyesight just illustrates my thoughts, but don’t change anything. Thus the first impression was replaced with the new riddle . Why did humanity so appreciate the  knowledge? What makes her the powerful tool for moving … where?

These questions returned me back to my post Fall Festival.  As I looked around, feast of All Souls Day knocked on my heart once again.

Portrait of my silence 2009 by Tomas Karkalas

There are houses whom we know well from the postcards, and there are houses that are patiently waiting for us.  I took a shot of such and colored the photo. It looks for you from the above.   Personally I am going to the hospital. I will spend my November there, thus your comments will make my days.  Thank you in advance.  I wish you the best Fall festival, just click on the above.

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child for life

The life survey described me as child for life. I should feel myself proud of  such characteristic, yet it’s a bit confusing to see so oneself in the eyes of my own children.  They became grown up – are wise and competent to share their thoughts with the world- meanwhile I continue to ride  on a sunbeam…  Star lecturers talk about mind power and put their audience in awe at just magic visions on the world’s future. I like to muse too…look here.  It’s good indeed NOT to THINK  about oneself as the  jobless disabled who can’t support himself.  The complaints didn’t attract anybody, meanwhile the voiced gratitude  warms the heart of each. Thus I am playing with the metaphors and share my meditation in color with you. Fine arts enables me to stay as the grateful child for life.

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