unexpected recovery

I was sick - felt myself very sick at a moment I heard that the words we speak have power to heal. Yet the hot 'Wow!' came out as out of itself then. I jumped out of my bed and immediately turned on the TV.
Unfortunately, the news were...I just fear to pronounce that word. Thus only the sorrowful Oooops.... managed to come out . If the words we say heal us indeed, then how to explain the destructive to smile impact of the public speeches? Why?

I went out, yet wandered around only a second. I saw a man, who dig the snow for our walk could be more comfortable. He didn't complain for the life injustices, but dig.
Then I saw the children who were involved in the passionate snowball fight. I...I just have no strength to mourn further. Thus I bought the red-red rouse and gifted the flower to old lady who was moving by me at a moment.
Hot thank you for her presence among us came out of itself. The woman dint understood any, but we both bloomed with smile.
The words we say heal us indeed. The above look so simple, yet there is a hook. We need to smile but not to think about what profit will be produced by such activity. We are healed by the purity of the smile.
This story was not a fiction. I can swear by all gods for each word was the truth . This story reports what was learned by me from my Life History studies.

You might like to read more about my outlook on art and life, so just click here and enjoy the fine arts' bath

the eloquent figures from the sausage-meat stories

The sausage-meat was going to transform into the cutlets, and the story of the kitchen bowl would vanished from sight in the frying-pan forever, but I was in time to take a shot. You see that photography on the above. The simple shapes of the picture just mesmerized me at a moment I broke through the flatness of first impression. The sausage-meat revived in eloquent figures and thus enabled  me to witness/review the world history in an old bowl.
I do not want to say this photo is the artwork, yet I think it is worthy your attention nevertheless, because the fine arts reveal not the beauty of the visual forms, but our mindset which shapes our lifestyle.

I'm glad to share my findings with you

I looked around the market, yet didn't find any poetry here. Yet my time wasn't spent in wain - I understood the cause of  the fierce battle for the survival  today. I hope you will benefit from my research on what's what too. Thus have a look....

art metamorphosis

The blackness of  a pencil enables the artists to inscribe the light stories.  You might like the liberated by art. The picture is at a click. Have a good time.

Play of Paintbrush

The title of the artwork ought to be short. Thus you look at my Play of Paintbrush. Yet what's true definition of this picture?  While the pictures may differ between outwardly in all aspects, they all have just one message: The creative work is the gratitude for being alive, each artwork is a foot-mark of the love:  the spiritual healing by the fine arts starts by the recognition of oneself in other.