Paints and morality are the inseparable from each other, because while talking about the fine arts people always focus on the eternal values and thus awake from their rubber-stamp activity. The regain of the consciousness should inspire, yet that opening of the eyes raise up lots of questions. The puzzle-headed 'What is that?' came out of me on a road to the music library where the international exhibition of watercolor artists should be opened. I gazed at the note MYLIU (in English that means I love) yet it was hard to answer what I encountered with in the concrete. Was the lighting pylon stained or decorated? The photo can look either nice or not, yet can the questions be meaningless?
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
is it colored or stained?
Klaipeda, Lithuania
Klaipeda, Lithuania
Thursday, July 15, 2010
how my stray thoughts were laid into the artwork
This digital painting appeared in response to peace that overfilled me. While I meditated, prior stray thoughts laid into the artwork that you see on above. The colors revived as I listened to the light and talked with the silence. It was just miraculous experience.
That resulted not from knowledge of some how-to technique, but was God's gift. My choice to listen to the heavenly message was richly rewarded at a moment I gave top priority to the divine guidance in my life.
That resulted not from knowledge of some how-to technique, but was God's gift. My choice to listen to the heavenly message was richly rewarded at a moment I gave top priority to the divine guidance in my life.
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Klaipeda, Lithuania
Klaipėda, Lithuania
Sunday, July 11, 2010
The secret of the attraction of my archives
My digital archives remind me of my being not alone . This knowledge is necessary to deal with the painful emotions wisely: the artworks enable me to face my disability with the smile and not to fall into the trap of self-pity but ride the sunbeam with the gratitude for being alive. So the browsing through the archives becomes the art therapy that helps me to recover from the nips of surface beauty in order to awake to the mystery of inner world.
Art galleries reward their visitors with the magical wand (with the ability to grasp the omnipotence of the spiritual powers) That is the secret of the attraction of the pictures. The fine arts free us from a killing sense of personal needlessness and helps to discover joy in our responsibility for being alive here and now. These are the statements to ponder
Art galleries reward their visitors with the magical wand (with the ability to grasp the omnipotence of the spiritual powers) That is the secret of the attraction of the pictures. The fine arts free us from a killing sense of personal needlessness and helps to discover joy in our responsibility for being alive here and now. These are the statements to ponder
Klaipeda, Lithuania
Klaipėda, Lithuania
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Peaceful Passing
Peaceful Passing by Tomas Karkalas |
The picture reflected my passing, the farewell. The peaceful
farewell.
Therefore I questioned myself either have I the right
to smear the colorful illusions of my digital paintings by adding the
information about the hand that kept the paintbrush?
We may pass by the flowers without mentioning them but that doesn't mean the flowers didn't exist. The same apply to all the sick. While talking with my windowsill I have grasped that people are used to note those who shout loudly and ignore those who just patiently look through the window. The artists retire and leave their crafts to others but life do not stop therefore so it's fine to look around. The foliage inspired. The flowers were the wonderful shields against self pity. Let's smile.
We may pass by the flowers without mentioning them but that doesn't mean the flowers didn't exist. The same apply to all the sick. While talking with my windowsill I have grasped that people are used to note those who shout loudly and ignore those who just patiently look through the window. The artists retire and leave their crafts to others but life do not stop therefore so it's fine to look around. The foliage inspired. The flowers were the wonderful shields against self pity. Let's smile.
Klaipeda, Lithuania
Klaipėda, Lithuania
Saturday, July 3, 2010
survey of my creative work
At a glimpse the archives point to past, yet old pictures amaze with their mastery to report the current affairs in detail - better than today's papers. The survey of my creative work enables me to conclude
while talking about the light that fills us all and illuminates the path to us all, the artists are used to point to their own canvases only.
The above makes clear why there are much more people on a beach than in the art showroom.
Eloquent poetry and the unforgettable quotes overfill our diaries. We produce lots of worthy pondering statements, yet what matters indeed is only our dialog (communication)- the joy to free ourselves from seeing potential customers in next to us. The above might look like a call to reject the logic, yet it is only way to catch the sunbeam . The archives testify for the above, explain my choice - Thank You!
while talking about the light that fills us all and illuminates the path to us all, the artists are used to point to their own canvases only.
The above makes clear why there are much more people on a beach than in the art showroom.
Eloquent poetry and the unforgettable quotes overfill our diaries. We produce lots of worthy pondering statements, yet what matters indeed is only our dialog (communication)- the joy to free ourselves from seeing potential customers in next to us. The above might look like a call to reject the logic, yet it is only way to catch the sunbeam . The archives testify for the above, explain my choice - Thank You!
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artists,
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old pictures,
survey
Klaipeda, Lithuania
Klaipėda, Lithuania
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