miracle of breakthrough the artwork to oneself

 The above photos may look downbeat  at first glimpse, yet the flat surface of the pictures will make you  open your eyes with just incredible depth at a moment you recognize the symbolism of these images. The pictures look prosy until we examine them as some handicrafts and label according to the applied technique. Therefore there is no wonder for current world just threatens the observer with the freezing cold. Yet just the miracles happen time from time, when the beholder succeed in breakthrough  the surface of artwork to ONESELF, when he is sat back in awe by the personal reminiscence that fire up everything around, when the awakened dreams color the dust of life by transforming the competition for survival into the gratitude for being alive...

The artworks  knock on the heart and the visual stories work like real magical wands.  The titles try to explain that mystery, and the art critics typically succeed to make everything clear ...So just the diaries of the artists rehabilitate the mystery of the life/ the refreshing beauty of our awe towards the always wondrous light... on the temporally dark my path - read here ... 

Thank you in advance.

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secret of the attraction

This photo depicts as my most precious view, as the secret of the attraction- the magical power of our attitude towards day-to-day life.

At a glimpse the image above looks like the obvious contradiction to what was announced, isn't it? Yet dont hurry to judge. I took this shot while approaching the door of...my mother.
I hope many have grasped me right now. Thank you.
Each of us saw hundreds of beautiful postcards already, yet did any of you know more desirable place to visit than the homeland?

I named the picture on above "By the road to oneself"  This artwork didn't depict my town ( had nothing to report to the tourist) yet knocked on my heart by awakening the memory of my begginings... Style of our clothes can just to please the eyes (or not), meanwhile what burns under a coat warm the heart and inspires a smile. So let me share her with you now. Let me bow to God's Spirit that indwells in each of us and head us all to our heavenly home.
Thank you for your patience with my metaphors. Our scripts differ greatly between, yet the diaries depict the same longings, isn't it?
That's the transformational art. The recognition of oneself in other or the secret of the light.

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a sip of fresh air

While looking at a picture, people are used to talk about the artwork, yet I will talk about living here and now.

The picture on above differs from art images there or there, yet they all have the same message. The light just blinds when I close my eyes.








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How to overcome the complaints

As I took a photo, the need of the imbelishment of the reality became the obvious. Just have a look at what has happened after some play with Photoshop. 

I think the above is worthy pondering deeper indeed. Just think. Though the photo was weak technically, yet its current status of the ARTWORK  totally hid my impotency to purchase the better camera.

In other words, you see for yourself - the flowers  are full with wonder. Just click on the above.



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the awash with pease chump

... yet hope remain till now, because the mask of irony (self-protection from the loneliness) can be throw down.The artwork welcomes you. The above picture smiles: we still may come into a hug .
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stary-eyed musing awakes the sentiments to water the natural flowers

while browsing my archives, I was stopped by this old photo. I think you will agree with me too, the pick looks expressively indeed, yet it is just a simple close-up at a billet that was taken while visiting my father-in- law... It went up in smoke through the chimney already. That was in days of yore, so to speak, and there is nothing to mourn for that. The central heating serves the town-dwellers better than a billet in a romantic-looking  furnace. Nonetheless this photo gave a good shake to me. I reminded the warmth of a tree - the warmth that warmed my heart then. Meanwhile while touching my modern-day heater,  I receive just the knowledge about the temperature that awakes hard musing about the cost of the home comforts.

The chump disguise as a watercolor and does that fine enough, yet  does that mastery makes the image the fine art we all rejoice at? The question looks worthy of pondering deeper, yet can human mind change though a bit to improve current morality?

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search for keyword

This is the dandelion clock, and it's ring sparkles underfoot. In other words, the artwork reminds about the need to give the title to all our deads. So what was achieved by me till now?
   It was good to wander around, yet time came to go home. So where is my key word? Who will open the door?

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my home value

While blogging I have found the words that define as my current mood, as the artwork. I have read "Nobody can mock me better than I mock myself but I dare you to try". Wow, I put in bold that verse. My hearty thanks for the wonderful title to my last picture, dear Bee. My home value was defined yet cost of the beauty was too high...


When I was returned to life after the crash of my headbones, I did nothing, yet I was welcomed like hero... You can see my current face in the above picture. This artwork portrays the space without any details. That's like my musings - the musings without any application.... So to speak, I fit just for the hospital and I am going there on Monday. I will stay in the hospital aproximately for a month, yet I would't loose access to my computer. Though the medicine will harden my writings, but I will try not to stop my blogging.

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faces of hope

I named this photo painting after the fantasy painting...the title should point not at the outward form of my artwork, but the origins of the image, so to speak, the ultimate goal of meeting with oneself eye to eye. Just click the link on above. If to judge outwardly, that may sound strangely, because fantasy painting deal with the heroes, meanwhile the ordinary pick of the flowers look at us from the picture here. Yet I hope you will succeed to breakthrough the flat surface of this creative work and will hear the chatter of the colors. Yes, I am alive. So let my pictures talk. Do you hear the faces of hope?

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white headed sowthisle melts in the sunshine

white headed sowthisle melts in the sunshine. I hope you will recognize our today here. This picture came out as the overview of my transformational art. Just listen to the music of the slide show, click on the link above.
It seemed I hear again my benefactor and the best friend Peter Shepherd... likewise you will recognize your own beloved, I am sure for that. Thus let say THANK YOU to them together. We all are still alive. Is it not the miracle?

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speechless cry

While talking about universal peace, it seems everything is so clear. We need just to recognize ourselves in others and to act accordingly. While looking at a flower (or the pavement brick- at anything at hand) it is just hard not to see the widely opened eyes of oneself. These discoveries comforts and supports, the peace guides me by replacing all the questions into the firm trust in God's care for us and His incredible love. That's fine in spite of the fact that my eyes rarely shine. While feeling myself as the grateful giant, I am to rest in sick body of the disabled... though it is easy to explain the cause of my jobless-ness and the consequent financial impotence, yet it is so hard to admit that I need to beg for the things (for example, the computer and its maintenance) that are just obligatory for the sharing of my pictures ... for a free.
Though I have arranged lots of exhibitions already and received lots of wonderful feedbacks, my artworks didn't earn a penny to me - I collected just the huge dept, thus I question myself, what's the cost of beauty? Have I the right to talk about the benefits of the positive thinking and the alike matters?
I know just one - I have no right to live silently. My head bones were broken in 1974 and I walked on the edge of the death, but the miracle happened - I was returned to life. Though I am very sick, yet I have no outward signs of any disability. In other words I just must to share my gratitude with all on my road.
Thank you for your help to do that, to fulfill my mission. Your hearty feedbacks help me to forget my limitations and to participate in life fiesta - to glorify God for His help to stay alive till now.

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cost of beauty is the need of the titles

 

 We are used to say pictures are worthy thousand words. They talk out of themselves indeed, yet the words are needed too. They are the cost of the beauty we enjoy at. The titles we give define not the reality we face, but our personal being here and now. In the light of the above my shot "image needs the title" as if search for light in our words and reports the thundering silence.

Do you remind my picture "Time to blossom"? It has the same message. The flowers (our spirit) blossom out despite the most inappropriate environment, however, do we recognize the above? How many times I stumbled here by replacing my awe with the complaints for what I have not? 

The pictures talk and challenge - fuel the gratitude for being alive.

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storage cell

memory flames prove the presence of what moved me forward once upon a time. The pictures reveal the beauty of the colors of life and thus hide the complaints of the jobless disabled. My artworks are my road stick - even the random sketches support me greatly. The drawing help me to escape self-pity by bowing to fate through the conscious appreciation of the beauty of life that was not created by us but gifted to us for a free by God.

The pictures above reminded to me my other post Beauty of Life. The photo looks differently there, yet its message remains the same. The flowers of the field blossom out for us all when we water them with the gratitude, but wither down as we nip the rings off to put them into the vazes for to enjoy that magical fregnance privately.

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in company with myself

in company with myself, the image by the road was the best comforter... I recollected we were to be, and I am indeed.

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Tulip's story

This is the picture - the digital painting. I had a good time while drawing it, and thus the wonderful mask was created. Just think. I escaped the need of apology for my silence - the palette talks out of itself : the picture depicts my ambiguos situation colorfuly - it promotes the positive attitude towards the life.

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Time to blossom

It is time to blossom out, thus my digitals sparkle with color. Spring changes the pavement bricks from underfoot into the dream garden...

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How much is the love?

the word is that there is no rose without a thorn... thus it's no wonder man-made flowers were invented by the civilization.
The artificial beauty never wither away, yet it never smells too... Thus only aroma is the question, how much is love?

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Light reveals the shadows for they could reflect the light

I hope that many of you reminded my first post Welcome To My Art Mirror while reading yesterday's information, and thus the A mystery of a close-up helped you to see clearer my dreaming over a cup of coffee (to understand the "flowers" of the opening picture of this blog a bit better).The painting below certifies the difference between what we see and look at once again. Thus I titled my current picture "Light reveals the shadows for they could reflect the light"

Transformational art makes us all the heroes by leading the viewers from the art showroom into a street. These pictures enable the viewers to listen at the talk of art colors and to hear them.

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mystery of a close-up

as we take a close-up, even the simple shot becomes the mysterious picture, the documentary evidence reminds the fairy tales then. The real miracle happens at a close-up: we rcognize our day-to-day being in the colors of the fantasy.

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Discovery of oneself in overview of my pictures

Last Word

transmutations of fortune

Wow Two

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The resolution to not complain influenced my vocabulary greatly, put beauty to my daily visits to the doctors.
My smile may look a bit ridiculous at a moment (I am in a hospital), yet it is worthy the sharing more than the concrete details of the accident. Consequently you see some pictures above... while I am in need of rest, let my archives talk.

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