THE WORLD'S PREMIER PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT WEBSITE defined my pictures as the transformational art of Tomas Karkalas. Peter Shepherd was so right. while painting, the transformation happens indeed. Todays picture Passing by the Flowers proved the above once again - while painting I was overfilled with the incredible peace, now I am meditating on a meaning of my activity. The process of creativity awarded me with the smile, yet what was transfered to you? Can the abstract art replace the reality of the flowers? The picture can inspire the longing for a sip of fresh air, yet can the silence (the typical feature of the exhibition halls) replace a smell of wild landscape that points to inside and above to God?
It was fine to paint, and I am glad to look around now.
8/24/2010
8/22/2010
Test of Love
While pictures talk eloquently, many fail to listen them. Look below:
The fly that sleeps upside-down forces the passersby to revet their eyes . The likewise happens when while talking about the compassion, people encounter with the dirty homeless too. As an artist, I should sit back in awe towards so rich nature underfoot and I indeed identify myself with my paintbrush (see "wild pansy taught me the fine arts') I am taking Test of Love with my each picture anew.
Life of a disabler tightly binded me with multitude of limitations, yet living with the disabilities awarded me with deeper appreciation of the love- taught me the lesson of the power of the sharing.. Thus my participation in the work of art therapy club Modus Vivendi made me free- free to online writing. Art by Tomas welcomes each and all.
Photo story TEST of LOVE 2010 by Tomas Karkalas |
The fly that sleeps upside-down forces the passersby to revet their eyes . The likewise happens when while talking about the compassion, people encounter with the dirty homeless too. As an artist, I should sit back in awe towards so rich nature underfoot and I indeed identify myself with my paintbrush (see "wild pansy taught me the fine arts') I am taking Test of Love with my each picture anew.
Life of a disabler tightly binded me with multitude of limitations, yet living with the disabilities awarded me with deeper appreciation of the love- taught me the lesson of the power of the sharing.. Thus my participation in the work of art therapy club Modus Vivendi made me free- free to online writing. Art by Tomas welcomes each and all.
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Location:
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8/16/2010
dragon-fly in town of metaphors
The crazy walls overlooked an offense of being unwitnessed by passersby, and the dragon fly arrived in town. Yet the comforter was not noticed till I took a picture of the entrance door to my home and thus the dragon-fly in town of metaphors appeared on Art by Tomas blog. See below :
That was the real recreation.The miracle of meditation. Though the painting still looked gloomy but my readiness to listen enabled me to hear the space. Thus I was overfilled with the love that sprang out from under the walls of the silent stones and rejoiced over the dragon-fly greatly. He gifted the road stick to me. That was the art of being here and now.
photo painting by Tomas Karkalas 2010 |
That was the real recreation.The miracle of meditation. Though the painting still looked gloomy but my readiness to listen enabled me to hear the space. Thus I was overfilled with the love that sprang out from under the walls of the silent stones and rejoiced over the dragon-fly greatly. He gifted the road stick to me. That was the art of being here and now.
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8/12/2010
wild pansy taught me the fine arts
Click on the artwork for better view.
The beauties of nature knocked on the heart and awaked, inspired me with the desire to breathe freely again. Lovely pansy erased the memory of the bitters of life, taught me the wisdom of smile by its example. Thus a look at the flower enabled me to take the paintbrush and so discover my city in a new light. As a saying goes "each picture is a self-portrait of the artist" At a glimpse these words may remind a poetry , yet they perfectly express the ABC of painting. In the beginning, the artist looks for what's beautiful, then identifies himself with his paintbrush and thus each stroke reveals the beauty of human soul -the spiritual realm - the picture beyond the picture. Such is my life aesthetics
The beauties of nature knocked on the heart and awaked, inspired me with the desire to breathe freely again. Lovely pansy erased the memory of the bitters of life, taught me the wisdom of smile by its example. Thus a look at the flower enabled me to take the paintbrush and so discover my city in a new light. As a saying goes "each picture is a self-portrait of the artist" At a glimpse these words may remind a poetry , yet they perfectly express the ABC of painting. In the beginning, the artist looks for what's beautiful, then identifies himself with his paintbrush and thus each stroke reveals the beauty of human soul -the spiritual realm - the picture beyond the picture. Such is my life aesthetics
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Location:
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8/09/2010
desire to smile
The photo painting Desire to Smile leaves the contradictory news to the beholder
The details that compose the picture cry for the broom, yet there is light too. The sunbeam dances on the high walls and enables us to see our dreams free from any interpretations. What we see depends only on our viewpoint on soul & body relations.
Can Fine arts embellish what unfit to any otherwise? The gloomy picture forced me to look around more attentively, to make a close-up of my worries... Thus I was sat back in an awe. Just click to have a look at the Life Aesthetics...
The details that compose the picture cry for the broom, yet there is light too. The sunbeam dances on the high walls and enables us to see our dreams free from any interpretations. What we see depends only on our viewpoint on soul & body relations.
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8/08/2010
Garden of musings
This photo painting enabled me to look at myself in the light of the statements I leave on my blog. While I like to make the pictures, what message they spread?
The inspiring 'you must be the change you wish to see in the world' helped me to deal with the reality I face. Gandhi replaced my wish to bid farewell with the willingness to take the paintbrush once again. I highlighted the famous quote as the title of my work.
The history not only explains what is where, but challenges too, so I gave thought to. While I was proud of reading the sayings of others, would any quote me? I had a pleasure to paint, yet would anybody wish to smell my flowers, to see my art in their own living space? Art colors embellish human being, yet who gathers the followers?
The inspiring 'you must be the change you wish to see in the world' helped me to deal with the reality I face. Gandhi replaced my wish to bid farewell with the willingness to take the paintbrush once again. I highlighted the famous quote as the title of my work.
The history not only explains what is where, but challenges too, so I gave thought to. While I was proud of reading the sayings of others, would any quote me? I had a pleasure to paint, yet would anybody wish to smell my flowers, to see my art in their own living space? Art colors embellish human being, yet who gathers the followers?
Location:
Klaipeda, Lithuania
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