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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photo story

I was going to the doctor for to take the prescribed internal medicine and thus wasn't in a cheerful mood, therefore that picture was something above the potency of my words to report it in the human language. I just couldn't not to take a shot! And I did that in spite of the fact that my right hand was in the plaster ... An awe enabled me to overcome (to forget) all the inconveniences. What came in my view was just hard to believe - children were reading the newspapers (not the fairy-tales). That picture rescued me from my judging the world for his indifference to the spiritual problems : while hard living conditions robed people of time to love anybody except their personal profit , not all closed the eyes - children were reading the newspapers. They were still the curious and trusted in the human wisdom and generosity. Had I the right to disillusion them? ... I forgot my sickness.

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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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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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spring in web resolution

I was to resized my Spring for the web and thus started to think. This shot differs from the picture the stories of a causeway greatly. Just have a look. There were used the different techniques, we see other shapes and colors, yet let's remind the words of Keith Haring.
The artist said "Drawing is still basically the same as it has been since prehistoric times. It brings together man and the world".
In other words, any talking about any artwork reveal the same message. That's our outlook towards ourselves. So I can either to muse about what was done by me, or recall what was shown to me by God. I can either boast for my rapid sketches, or rejoice at the sunshine that warm the hearts of us all and for a free.


... the iron closure on the weatherbeaten ground caught my eye. I recognized a flower in the picture. Its eloquent figure enriched the downbeat photo with the colors of the fantasy and thus I was just blinded by the sparkling vision.

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stories of the snow-broth

Each season brings something good to the world. So the spring will awake the ground soon and the flowers will blossom forth everywhere. Yet everything has a cost. So what was an awe inspiring mystery of the New Year transformed into the puddles of the snow-broth... This picture has nothing to admire at, yet it is not the meaningless. The current slob forced me to search for the shelter, and thus the photo opened the diaries of the antecedents that were silenced by the headlines of our papers. In other words, while viewing the picture, just the incredible thing has happened. The murmur of the elderly warmed my heart: the modern trust in the omnipotence of the bank accounts was defeated and the glory of the simple Hello! was revealed .
While viewing this photo I have sensed the real spring. Though the economic downturn was the obvious here, that unlovely indeed picture not threatened, but comforted me because it revived the heroes of the good fairy tales and made clear the need to step on the bridge of the love for getting out of the current mess. So the flowers blossomed out. Just look at what's below.



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Power of the Silence

While painting the wonderful transformations happen on the canvas. The portrait of the artist's heart replaces the original drawing. So the painter becomes the spectator of his own work and the silence burst with the incredible stories. There is no such thing as unattractive subject of viewing. We encounter the dull surrounding just at a moment we stop our ears, when we allow our lips to mourn - to replace the listening to the nature with the sharing the personal prejudices.
Therefore the saying appeared: :The picture is worthy hundreds of words".

The physical shape of things impacts a little what we see, because we enjoy not the bricks of some building, for example, but identify ourselves with the people who inhabit there - we see not them, but ourselves in them and look at the world through the eyes of the heart. Thus one and the same object may look the totally different. Just click on the links below and compare the Power of the Silence with the Summer Tale. The Home Sickness gives one more impression, yet all these pictures were drawn from one and the same object. As we talk about the humanity, about our spirituality or dream about the Peace, everything looks so nicely, yet our day to day life reveals lots of things that should be yet improved. In other words, all artworks are the mirrors and not all pictures that attract our eyes warm the hearts.

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the test of the fabulous stories

Wow, just fabulous stories filled the room... while viewing my album. The memory of the past events proved the reality of the impossibility. The recognized as a disabled for life arranged lots of art shows all over his country and the abroad. Thus the truth became a test to me. I could either boast my colorful biography or recall the people who helped me to stand up and care of me until now


You see my wife Elzbieta on this shot. The photo was taken in exhibition of my works. Yet such truth would be the lie. I just signed the canvases that were planted in my heart by Elzbieta and blossomed out there. Not I but she was the artist worthy of praise. The above statement is not a sound bite, but the truth. Just think. While one bothered his head about the framing of the pictures, the other cared of the flowers in the garden, worried over their comfort under the snow- did everything for the flowers not freeze. Which of them was the artist? What spreads the gratitude and inspires the awe? Is that the paints on a paper, or the living by faith? The reflection or the life?

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Talking walls

I like my town. There are lots of houses that look more attractively than the picture on the above. Therefore this photo may confuse you a bit. You may ask, what for you should look at what's out of shape?

The mix-up over the above will dissipate at the moment the diary will be recognized here. Just think. While the picture of the happy youth pleases the eyes, the diaries of the sick touch the heart. The diaries lead us through the economic downturn to the riches of the inner life. They are the magical bridges from the current mess to the homeland of the dreams.

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ongoing miracle of life

While viewing the picture, I was reminded about the ongoing metamorphosis in our life, and it was not some speculation but the truth, because I examined not a shot, but swept my whole life.
Such approach enabled me to experience the real miracle. The unrepresentable view warmed my heart. Wow, this metamorphosis occurred so unexpectedly! While looking underfoot, I recognized the ages that were looking at me. Thus I was humbled and comforted. The picture helped me to turn aside from temporal problems - to exchange my worries for the gratitude for being alive. My eyes blossomed out with the smile. The above was even hard to trust. The disabled didn't mourn for help, but started to dance. The real miracles happen when we look at the life through the eyes of faith. Just think.

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definition of the Earth

While searching for the words to define the picture above, I got an inspirational email. It was started with the quote: "Home is not where you live, but where they understand you" This Christian Morganstern's statement just perfectly described the mood I had while taking a shot. Therefore I'm glad to share the quote with you now. What's interesting here? This shot was taken while visiting my father-in-law, yet I hear the same truth in the eyes of the homeless cats under my window and identify myself with their mew. The last may sound strangely to you, but that vision touched my heart so kindly that the snow in my yard melt immediately for the flowers could raise their heads again. Wow! The picture came out the glorious. I need to define just the words "my yard". That's the definition of the Earth.

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ability to pay versus dreams

We all have heard that looking at smth and seeing though any are two different things. Yet what does the above mean? How does it relate to me in the concrete?
I looked for help at art history. Wow, it was hard even to count all masterpieces in the storehouse of the fine arts! What to talk about the innumerable theories about the creating of the artistic shapes with the help of the light... Thus my spectacles were of little help to me. While the spirit voiced the picture, I needed a physical camera to make a shot. What I saw depended exclusively on my attitude of mind that led me into the spiritual realm, where each spot seated me back into awe. Unfortunately, though my attitude of mind helped me to unlock the secret of the beauty, but it was unfit for making a report. I needed a camera to make a shot. In other words, while what we see depend on our heart, the quality of the pictures we make depends on the tools we have. So I was returned to the earth where all things had their cost that high exceeded my empty purse...



My tears were dried- the onion was used for the evening meal. Just the shelling remains now. Wow, do you see? This picture of the heart wasn't thought in advance. This picture have happened out of itself -it's like my own destiny. Contrary to the onion, I was returned to life after the terrible accident in 1974... I am like these shelling now. Though the long walk on the edge of the death was stopped, but my diagnosis didn't enjoy. The doctors put down clearly "unfit for life"...
It's hard to enjoy the above photo because of its low quality. But is it possible not to recognize the shape of the heart here? Have a look once again. Do you see a face? It's me. The eyes that are looking at you depict my friendship with the forced silence. The disabled sees the light, but have no power to share his insights. I need your support but can I ask you for help?

My correct mailing address is
Tomas Karkalas
Liepu 25-31
Klaipeda 92139
Lithuania

Thank you. I am eagerly looking forward for your reply- for any kind of support you can allow yourself to gift to the needy.

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heavy traffic

Heavy traffic defined our streets. The artists just need to pick up their palettes from underfoot. All people are seeking for the same- we all need though a sip of fresh air. Thus life urges that we will open the eyes. I took my camera and the knock on the heart was caught in the photo. All the above is the past at a moment already. All that is needed now is to choose what to do further on. I can either to try to respond, or to dive into the needless musing about the mystery of the creativity.

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wordless reproach of a stump from underfoot

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While dreaming over the picture people are used to muse about the timeless values, meanwhile the craftsmen are concerned with the sale. Is there any wonder for the world approaches the economic crisis?

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the trampled snow

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The fine arts deal with the timeless values. That is a striking feature of the creative work. In consequence of the above, people pay special attention to all words of the artists and they are seated back in awe towards even the ordinary portfolio of the artist.. It was hard to trust my own ears - a CV was composed of the words I, my, me, and mine ... It can't be that the selfishness directs the eternities, yet could I deny the presence of the shadows? They are the building bricks of a drawing. And that's the miracle of artistic creation - the dark strokes of a pen lay on a paper to express the enlightenment - the shadows express not the darkness but reveals the heavenly light.

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faces on a causeway

The spiritual healing by the fine arts starts at a moment we recognize ourselves in others ...

yet it's easy to twist the sense. It's enough to pronounce the words of truth a quote (the learning by heart do not need thinking). Thus there is now wonder that while one recognizes oneself in a mirror, other discovers himself in the stones on a causeway.

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the slob didn't inspire the desire to rejoice at the wonders of my environment, thus I reminded the photo I put on my blog dayfly

The same picture looks differently here. That's no wonder - our impression depends not on what we see in the concrete, but on a color of the background of the picture (the design of the framing) and the alike technicalities... Wow, is not that symbolical? At a moment, my photos are just the shots. The content will be written by you. Thus my works will be marked either as the artworks, or sent to the trash. That will be right in both cases. The whiteness underfoot represents the wet dirt , yet the same whiteness may depict the desirable purity - serenity... Thus what does the above ambiguity mean?
white sheet of paper is a sheet without any text - the useless sheet. Does that mean that the sound phrases are better than silent humility? What do you think?

Yes, there is a way to escape a need to choose anything too. You can just click on some other link ... on WOW! , for example.

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anatomy of a mirror of art

The words Lithuanian "Labas" and English "Hello" sound differently, yet they both convey the same message. We all are connected between by the same striving. We all need one other. That's so not only in spiritual sense, but in the trivial round too. I took the above photo in the hospital. The shot looks not attractively, but it talks pictorially about my life - depicts my need for daily medicine to "forget" the disability...








My posts should look like this photo, yet quite different mood dominates on my blog. Thus life illustrates the timeless wisdom out of itself : "we are not what we have in the pocket, but what we believe in"

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on a windowsill of the daily round

Today the fireworks are over, and our best wishes one to other ceased. The daily round ascend the thrown again and beat a retreat to the festivities anew... The above should sound blackly, but the comprehension of the past experience heals, enlightens the pale sky about God's precious gift to us -about the Christmas that never ends but gives the new meaning to all activities and thus restores our sight.

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