I wish to dedicate this painting to her.
The photo dependent on approach also was taken thinking about the wonderful master - was inspired by Renatė Lūšis and expresses my respectful bow to her.
Art by Tomas ~ The depth of our steps depends on the love to others ~ Tomas Karkalas; Lithuania
4/29/2011
secret of the revival
I wish to dedicate this painting to her.
The photo dependent on approach also was taken thinking about the wonderful master - was inspired by Renatė Lūšis and expresses my respectful bow to her.
4/28/2011
4/27/2011
bloom story
We enjoy the flowers, yet throw the withered ones to dustbin. Such is a story of a bloom - an overview of my life.
A Look at the diary creates the metaphors, brings sad smile to the eyes ...
While searching for the beauty and talking about the magic of fine arts, I looked at the garbage underfoot and recognized myself in the ringlet- in what looked spectacularly once upon a time, but at a moment wouldn't embellish anything anymore....Is that so because of my impotency to deal with the current costs of the artistic materials?
I apologize for the questions that though worry me but have nothing to you - to our dreams about the better tomorrow. It is just art by Tomas that may end, the fine arts will bloom forever.
While searching for the beauty and talking about the magic of fine arts, I looked at the garbage underfoot and recognized myself in the ringlet- in what looked spectacularly once upon a time, but at a moment wouldn't embellish anything anymore....Is that so because of my impotency to deal with the current costs of the artistic materials?
I apologize for the questions that though worry me but have nothing to you - to our dreams about the better tomorrow. It is just art by Tomas that may end, the fine arts will bloom forever.
4/25/2011
Goodbye news
While it is possible to relive the past in one‘s dreams, the repainted pictures not influence an overview of life we had once. The goodbye‘s news (Etymology -- God be with ye) remain the same till now. And that is wonderful. It means, God didn't forsake us in spite of all our attempts to argue the toss.
4/23/2011
welcome of goodbye
4/20/2011
song of trampled faces
The less I paint, the better understand the meaning of the best artwork. That's life itself in spite the hardships to see the last clearly.
The government spent twice as much money on food in prisons than it does in hospitals. The sick groan silently/politely – they don't complain, but try to recall something worthy memorizing – something they still can to do.That is the song of the trampled faces.
Such way personally I wrote my artistic statement:
Such way personally I wrote my artistic statement:
People are used to divide the colors into the hot and cold, and thus encounter with the dirty mixtures.That‘s inescapable, if we would talk about the paints, but fine arts‘s colors express not the flatness of the surfaces we are dealing with, they portray us ourselves – depict the human souls which are awakened by Divine Spirit.
Such way each artist should be looked as a priest- the secular priest.
Therefore I am asking myself once again.
What‘s the message of my sermons- the artworks that I am exhibiting on a web?
4/17/2011
lost in metaphors
While art schools teach us the drawing rules, art therapy clubs help us to grasp that there is no such thing as ugly stroke or bad perspective.
4/16/2011
Old Door
While modern design has high cost, the diary of the disabler may be opened totally for a free. So your comments are only earnings and the main wish of Art by Tomas.
While the prints depends on camera we have, the true artistry is free from labeling according our possessions - consists just of our wish to come into a hug and stay such way for ever high above the logic of market that makes brothers and sisters into the losers and through them away as the garbage
4/15/2011
Bon Voyage
4/14/2011
My brithday
4/13/2011
Birthday Wish
The picture looks better than these "dreams". Therefore I am going to add just one:
Thank you for the help to grasp I am not so good as I was used to think about myself.
So can I continue to address you as my dear brothers and sisters?
4/11/2011
play with oneself
The window to inside was opened by the close-up of a wall you see below
It was a simple photo prior I took my paintbrush. Now this fit just to my diary.... the diary of the incurable and thus out of work and any earnings, who dares to muse about the growth ... of what?
The aroma of life puts a paintbrush into my hand, and thus makes my being into the chatter with the light. Yet all miracles come to the end - while writing the descriptions to my pictures, I try to hide myself under the ambiguity of the irony yet the beauty of the metaphorical expressions inadvertently (but inescapably) deal with my bodily experience and thus give birth to the complaints (what for I returned back to life after the head trauma in 1974?) I apologize for these sad notes, dear bloggers.
The aroma of life puts a paintbrush into my hand, and thus makes my being into the chatter with the light. Yet all miracles come to the end - while writing the descriptions to my pictures, I try to hide myself under the ambiguity of the irony yet the beauty of the metaphorical expressions inadvertently (but inescapably) deal with my bodily experience and thus give birth to the complaints (what for I returned back to life after the head trauma in 1974?) I apologize for these sad notes, dear bloggers.
breakage of the best intentions
The photo below gives a key to the world of metaphors.
Beautiful places please the eyes and drowse, yet the chippy corners awake and urge to rewrite the diaries.
That's not my musings but the photo story of what's upon the chapped blacktop - while posting, I was sharing not the beauty of my eyesight but pleaded for your help to restore one of my blogs, if that is still possible at all
Can the picture serve us as the remedy to melancholy? Is the rejoicing over the beauty of the things we see not the breakage of the best intentions to join all people with everlasting love?
That's not my musings but the photo story of what's upon the chapped blacktop - while posting, I was sharing not the beauty of my eyesight but pleaded for your help to restore one of my blogs, if that is still possible at all
Can the picture serve us as the remedy to melancholy? Is the rejoicing over the beauty of the things we see not the breakage of the best intentions to join all people with everlasting love?
4/09/2011
clarity of time
It would be great if that would be just a metaphor, unfortunately if you click on the link Tomas's sketchbook , you will see just blue background of what was the pictorial blog sometime. I would like to restore that story yet have no idea how to do that. Could you help me? Please.
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