artificial flowers

 

artificial flowers 2011 by Tomas Karkalas

The title artificial flowers point  at something unnatural, yet does the longing for something beautiful is unnatural?
That's why I love the photo stories. They do not play with the words. I will do the same too. Have a look and speak your mind.
Thank you.


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broken glass

digital painting by Tomas Karkalas

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simple-hearted

Tomas Karkalas -- digital painting  SIMPLE HEARTED

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optimist

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Snow eyes

The mix of sparkling stone and transparency of the rain bubbles makes photo puzzle - creates not dazzling light but the muddy panorama. Snow Eyes question why did it happen? While rejoicing over the photo story, I am rethinking about our ability to change anything here.

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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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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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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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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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