digital painting by Tomas Karkalas ~Klaipeda, Lithuania
turns the tree image to the question
what’s amidst the trees?
The words sacrificed their original meaning to grip people‘s attention with the metaphors. The photography watched the changes and did likewise, the common pictures turn to the abstract art and dream about us.
a stroke of a pen depicts a story : the drawing (the lines) report the belief of an artist (fire the discussions) and thus lead nowhere (inspire the analysis of the technique but not the main goal), meanwhile abstract color opens the eyes by changing the value judgment into the perception of being alive in a hug with all around. While the drawings illustrate our being, the abstract color knock on the heart, point to the spiritual realms and urge us to listen. When I silenced my lips, I was reminded that we are not how we look from outside, but what moves us forward and thus I want to share not my works but the heavenly peace with you.
By the way, the hair of the paintbrush for watercolor form a shape of the heart. Isn’t it symbolical?
As I turn on my computer, the loveliest blog was downloaded on my screen. I enjoyed not only at the wonderful design but the proposal too : I read “Your ad here, right now: $0.02” … Wow, that would be fine, isn’t it? unfortunately, the light immediately died away in my eyes : I hadn’t $0.02 , just the desire to share the gratitude for remaining alive till now was in my wallet. Ooops! The truth above sounds like nonsense. If I haven’t a penny indeed, why do I silently sit at home? It would be logically to take some actions. For example, I could … I could go outside for searching the pavement underfoot. Somebody lost $0.02 for sure, thus I could pick up these money… Wow, I even forgot my disability and all its hardships that were doubled by the need to live without credit card in the modern world. I took my paintbrush and the artist’s palette hide my tears: In the art therapy club for the people with the psychiatric disorders I recognized myself not alone …
All the above was not the fiction. Just look at the map. You will find us for sure.
The surface of the water looks the same everywhere. Yet the above don’t mislead a fisherman. He knows where to fish and where it would be just waist of time. The knowledge helps greatly in our life”s journey. Therefore we have so many sites on web which much prefer wise sayings to the latest news from the world. These collections of quotes testify for Love which gives us a lead. Thus we rejoice not only at the quotes in hard covers, but the transcripts in the personal notebooks too.
While browsing through the web, one verse caught my eye. I just can’t not to put it down to my notebook: “…how much the good work they (the social workers) do depends on how much help they could get from people willing to support their work.” Wow, the above is well-spoken indeed, dear Julehya. I just immediately visualized the sages of all ages – trillions of goodwill people had even less than I do. In other words, I have no right to mourn. So my problems were solved – I recalled a saying “we are alive not by bread alone” …. My sorrow for my impotency to buy anything to rapidly forthcoming Christmas were replaced with the hot Thank you, God, for our road don’t ends here and now.
Dear bloggers, let me address you as my dearest brothers in spirit. Happy Holiday!
… the visitors came without welcome and left the art showroom without leaving goodbye … thus the reality reminded the public secret “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” but didn’t silence the talk of art colors. Just the good characters disguised as abstract painting. The canvases of the fine arts reflect the world until now and comfort all who want to listen to beauty. Are we in a hug? What’s my personal response?
Wow! The miracle happened today. The warm feedback was received by me in a second after “Sunset full with dawn” was published. The hearty words of dear amzolt became my reality. So I’m reading the comments that were received by me again and again. Wow, am I a narcissist? What’s the message of my current report?
The examination of my emotions proved once again that the magic of the flowers consists not in a shape of their buttons, but the ability to share the fragrance – in our smelling the flowers. Just think. What does attract us while viewing family albums? Either the fashion of old days, or the memory of being in a hug with our beloved? It’s not the shapes of the then things, but the remembrance of the cheerful chit-chat that washes the current silence from the destructive thoughts and gives to my talk with the walls the beauty of flow of spirits – so joi de vivre radiates in Modus Vivendi due not my design of the blog, but the hope to break through the silence – to free oneself from the killing sense of personal needlessness of people with the disabilities. Your comments prove that’s not a dream. Thank you.
The society for the people with the disabilities is located just five minutes away from my home. Though the invalid home was near by me, yet the road I had to take was the hardest trip one could imagine. It was raining and the wind tried to rob my umbrella, threaten to crush my shelter. The day looked like the wild night and the rain bulbs over my head were roaring. The square metre of the blacktop underfoot depicted the whole eyesight… in one word, the five minutes of road cost me plenty. It was like a trip on foot over the world. So I was hard to trust my own eyes at what faced me as I opened a door ultimately. Just incredible warmth overload me as I stepped into the room where the artworks of art therapy club Modus Vivendi were exposed. The colors just sat me back in awe – I was left speechless by the artworks of the disabled: I faced not not the paper crafts, but the love. Its tangibility was indisputable fact of the society for the people with disabilities. Now I see my road hardships as the keys that unlock the secret of the magical artworks. You not need to repeat my trip, just click on the link heart revelation and see for yourself. What do you see? Isn’t it ‘wow!’?