backyard story

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

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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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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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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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The secret of my sketchbook

This photo belongs to my sketchbook, so many may be improved here, yet I want to show this "rough draft" to you already now,  because this shot not only depicts my environment but overviews the whole life too. Plus  the photography helped me to grasp the mysterious transformation that takes place at the journey of personal diary to the public showroom. While looking  at the picture ""Secret of a sketchbook", I grasped the symbolism of the change of passion to respectful silence. So there are the keys:
Each time I go outside, I sense myself embraced by fresh breath of the wondrous day and thus the sketchbook opens as if out of itself - automatically.  Meanwhile the exhibitions demands lots of various arrangements. As I think about these emotions, it becomes obvious that the sketchbooks symbolize God's love (the light that makes us all to flow out on the wings of the gratitude)  meanwhile our artworks express the human response and so often looks like the withered flowers.

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by the window

By the window on a mirror of art, Butterfly in Plaster recognized his dreams in the withered leaf. The memories where nice...thus I am sharing them with you and- if you enjoy my pictures- please click on a button below. Thank you for viewing art by Tomas Karkalas






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Time Travels

The painting brings the past to future.That is a miracle of art that enables time travels.

painting LAST GLIMPSE 2 by Tomas Karkalas 2010

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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.

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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.