a shield against self pity by Tomas Karkalas
The picture reflected my passing, the farewell.
The peaceful
farewell.
Therefore I questioned myself
Have I the right to smear the
colorful illusions of my digital paintings
by adding the information
about myself, 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.
The flowers are the shields
against self pity.
