I took a picture, and it challenged me to respond. Thus my creativity examined my being here and now. While musing on life looked like an attractive activity, the talking with oneself urged to awake.
Life experience discovers itself in a fall. The colors of the leaves are talking loudly by transforming into the ugly porridge on a street that doesn’t attract the passersby. The beauty disguises as the employer to the cleaners who are the feeders of the artists who are proud of signing this mess as the fine arts.
As I was taking the pictures, the wedding party went in my town. While I examined the objects underfoot, the bridegroom carried his bride over the bridge in his hands. Now my photo enables me to relive that anew. The Arts wake up our memories, and we rejoice over the reading of the personal experiences in the pictures at a showroom , yet even the best paintings fail to substitute the choices we made for a better picks.
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While the tales start with ‘once upon a time..’, this artwork inscribe today, depicts the current affairs (illustrates my story on a road to happiness) So I see this digital painting as the explanatory image of Street Dreamers. The picture reveals our emotions and comforts (showcase the current mud as the half-landing) and thus my eyes are shining despite neither I nor my friends have nothing to enjoy at a moment. The light dwells in outwardly sorrowful pictures, and so does my eyes despite my uncertainty of either I could continue with my artworks tomorrow (the current expenses became higher my potency to pay for the artistic materials) , therefore … Nevertheless my eyes are shining, because I know well that my current being is only half-landing, but not the destination point. As a saying goes, money will be of no value in the grave. As I comprehend that, the truth enables me to jump over the time – enables me to burn with the want to send my best wishes to you from the wonderland where the beggars lack nothing and people don’t worry for their earnings, but rejoice over their being and share just the love one with other. Greetings from half-landing!
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 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.
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