Tuesday, August 16, 2011

weeping landscape

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The picture Weeping Landscape talks about my surrounding, yet the artwork reflects much more than just my personal being. The digital painting stresses the need of viewer's personification with the image for the discovery of light that has the magic power to illuminate the path he takes. The image looks like abstract painting just at first glimpse.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

my inner critic

As what you see above was titled as the  inner critic, my artistic work was done, Tomas Karkalas's  picture became ready for the sharing with you.  Hope you will enjoy this artwork and let me know your  mind. Thank you.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

as curiosity peeps back

While painting, I followed the dream - just enjoyed the vision and everything looked OK .... Yet the curiosity peeped back, and the sorrowful musings blurbed the cheerful artwork - I inquired myself either need  my creativity though anybody? Why should somebody pay for my luck?  If I haven't money to frame my works, that is just my own problem, isn't it? People enjoy the colorful canvases, but not the life of the artists. I too wish to talk not about personal disasters but the light that comforts and leads us all. So why do I grieve for the pictures that are buried in my archives?
While painting I identified myself with the blow of the wind, while writing the description of this handicraft, I discovered what should be weeded out of my garden - it is easy to explain the selfishness, but not to justify such thoughts. That's why I love to blog. It helps me to look at myself without any prejudices.


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Thursday, May 26, 2011

scattered seeds

scattered  seeds - 2011 by Tomas Karkalas
You and I- we both are the seeds, my artworks too. They  are likewise scattered on a road.
Let's joke.  
The warms should like the area that was  depicted by my digital painting... the fishermen too. 
Yet what use such note to me? 
I have not the rod and thus do not need any bait. I just am ... yours sincerely ...Butterfly in Plaster

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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

backyard story

As I blog, it becomes obvious that the thinking without leaving the comments is just an empty word.
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Sunday, May 22, 2011

secret of my wall

Aged care –such statement sounds well, yet do you see any of it in the picture below?
As for me, it was easy to draw my inspiration from this piece – it was enough to look at what was blooming underfoot, when the whole sky was overfilled with happy dong, for my eyes could shine like these of the passersby who where in a hurry to the fiesta of the ships that came to my city. However, does my painting reports any of these?

Yes, I like to paint- to forget myself in the wandering of my paintbrush on the canvas which graphic as comforts as inspires – releases me from the traps of worry for myself and thus opens the eyes of the heart. Then just unforgettable light transforms all footprints into the direct answers of life meaning – makes the metaphors into the ordinary building bricks. Stressful day thus becomes a dream, and the dream replaces sorrowful nitty-gritty experience with the blessing of the gratitude for the ability to respond. That is worthy the sharing and it is only the sharing that makes all above the reality (opens the door to the visual thoughts)
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Friday, May 20, 2011

blissful loss

The hackers made a mess of information on my profile and thus forced me to search for the remnants of the works on a web. I found the above pictures, met with the famous quote that I was used to cite in days when everything was OK :  
"I don't like to say I have given my life to art. I prefer to say art has given me my life"  
That was worthy to remember.  Frank Stella's saying comforted my grief - inspired me to strive to  be worthy the lost pages. The grasped meaning of the creative work converted current loss of my blogs into the happy encounters. The above proves  the blissful loss

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

what was attacked by hackers

Have a look at the photo below and you will see what was attacked  and destroyed by the hackers.
The artist Renatė Lušis leads art therapy club "Modus Vivendi"
that is located in the Hospital for the mentally ill in Klaipeda. She says:
"Art therapy can add great harmony to life"
love needs no authority except itself
We trust that there is no such thing as no chance.

I was used to start all my posts on Modus Vivendi with the above message. But the hacker broke into my account and deleted art therapy blog  from my profile.
On the web, Modus Vivendi stopped existing. I thought that everything was lost for ever, but Don Andrew offered the hand of support to me. I got his email
"One thing I can do is help you see your posts, To see the posts on Modus Vivendi, click this link then CLICK ON Cached to see posts."

I did so and thus this post appeared. The lost revived due unselfish help of Don Andrew. I bow to him and the hot "Thank You" fills my heart.
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Sunday, May 15, 2011

art of selp pity

Sometimes self-pity looks like only comforter. At a moment, it knocks on my memory door too.
Sorrow looks for the artworks that once embellished my blogs and therefore were deleted due spam issues (the hackers robbed me). Such way the picture above appeared here. This is the header of Art by Tomas blog. It represents everything that remained from my blogger‘s activity. Thus Time came to headstone below
Self-pity looks beautifully at times, but it builds on the inverted colors – unwillingly glorify the past (presents the loser as the artist to the world) and thus sets the traps... 

Saturday, May 14, 2011

art response : blend of emotions for blogging memory

The blogging looked like love practice (the sharing of what comes from within with everybody on a web) Thus there were no wonder for my eagerness to start a blog... Art by Tomas was opened on Blogger, and blogspot.com became my address.
It was so till Google announced that this site was deleted .... Who deleted my blog? WHY? Does it mean some hacker overcame me?  No! Art of Butterfly in Plaster still welcomes you 

Blogging and love just look the same at a glimpse. If while writing, I am free from any restrictions, while posting I fall to dependence on search engines and their fans, the hackers. While  welcoming each and all on a web to a hug, I need to beware of the hackers....
Only the process of the writing may associate with the joy for the sake of joy.  The blogging should obey the road safety rules.
The picture expresses the mixed emotions, isn't it?
Yet the obedience gives a meaning to all writings in spite of the fact that it may look like the wild realm at a glimpse.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

unforgettable gift

All artist are dreaming about the freedom from the need to promote themselves to share their heart with the world.  Today my dream became true and proved the reality of the miracles. Dear indigoexpressions materialized my visions by putting my artworks into the video, and did that totally on his own initiative. That happened so unexpectedly and was just the unforgettable gift to me. Thank you dear indigoexpressions I am honored to share this video with all my visitors now. Just click on Art of Tomas Karkalas and we will meet eye-to eye.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Life lesson

Sad stories disguise as a colorful photo. And the pictures do not lie. The evildoer  ugly claimed my blogs as his own so that I can't log in to them anymore
Sorry for the black humor, but what more can I do now? Are we totally helpless against the hackers?

On the other hand,  the loss of my blogs helped me to check out what I appreciate the most. That is not my personal property ( not the blogs I keep) but the desire to communicate - the purity of our relationship.
Your comments on my posts dry my tears and enable me to remain on a web in spite of everything.

Today I am glad to add businessvartha.blogspot.com as a friend to my link list. 
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Thursday, February 24, 2011

school of love

At first glimpse, this photo may look worthy to ignore, yet do not hurry to shut away/ to pass by it in ignorance.The below picture describes my current location, and it is memorable indeed - today I became a student of the love school. You may see its wall here.
Many try to escape that place. And there is no wonder. The shot quite eloquently explains such outlook of the passersby. No one is dreaming to appear in the hospital, yet I dared to rename this building into the school of love.  I just couldn't say it otherwise, because I was surrounded by doctor's care with me at a moment I entered this dark building. So is it not the best school of love? Where else anybody are interested in your feelings?
Such are my visual thoughts. 

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

art of whishpering window

Can the broken window look nice?
What are the goals of the fine arts? Does that have any in common with my personal being? So who looks for my musing?
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

arts shelter the heart

digital painting Art Shelter by Tomas Karkalas
It is good to look at my activity as at a meditation in color. Each picture becomes worthy the sharing - thinking about the eternal values replaces sorrow  at my day's encounters with the gratitude for remaining alive then. Is it not a miracle?
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