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.
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.
my pictures help me to locate my place in the daily hustle. The eternal truths interpret my eyesight and thus transform what’s at hand into the trusty road-stick. That’s the whisper of the air. Please read the full story here…
The sunbeam was my riding horse, so we have experienced a lot: while viewing the puddles, we rejoiced over the reflections of the heaven underfoot. The photo on above belongs to my storage stories. I see them as my teachers (such as: Dont be sad blog , Help Others and many-many more) thus the picture shares the light. This memory heals (makes the past into the present time that defines tomorrow) transform my complaints for the current hardships into the greetings of my artwork.
The artworks transform the heartache into the wonderment at landscapes of proverbs. The Words of Wisdom enable us to welcome severe tests of our life.
“Be grateful for whoever comes, because each
guest has been sent as a guide from beyond” –Rumi
It was fine to take photos. Now the time came to look at what was done … Thus I grasped the idea of responsibility for the smile and understood the cost of the laugh. See Art Mystery of Hot cold.
The flowers wither in my vase, yet I enjoy the picture. Though this image looks sorrowfully now, yet the colors comfort me, because Google will raise up the page rank of my blog soon… It is better to smile than complain, isn’t it? Therefore I made the irony my paintbrush, and thus all shadows became my self-portraits. For example, look there… or there…