Art by Tomas

8/01/2012

the lonely trunk viewed by Tomas Karkalas 2012

Though it is easy to talk about the wisdom of being true to oneself, that is the hardest thing to do. Just Have a look at the picture. The lonely trunk was made while my Klaipeda celebrated 760 anniversaries. Did the wisdom of the ages explain today's noise?
Only Inspiring Quotes of The Day enable me to continue...

I do not strive to write the definition of transformational art, just enjoy their ability to hide all complaints by transforming them into eye-opening awe. Is that not a miracle?

I bow down to art therapy that teaches how to discover the beauty in outwardly so weak human flesh.
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2/13/2012

Winter's Eyes

Now it‘s snowy outside. Therefore I named the picture Winter‘s Eyes because the closeup at the broken window express well the current time. However that‘s a trick – the artwork was made not now. The picture was found in my archives. Does it mean the image of my farewell was the prophetic?

When everything look pale, the best way to return the colors back to life is to open a dictionary. This book is the source of the never-ending inspiration to me. Each word has a meaning there and there is no milk-and water – no ambiguity.

It would be just marvy in case the titles of my pictures would share the same clarity.

1/31/2012

secret of art by Tomas

Concepts of the art and personal diary become the synonyms when one takes a paintbrush or makes a shot with his camera. Such way the viewing of personal archives as if enables the artist to relive the past - creates the miracle by awaking him to the gratitude for everything he was trusted to experience once upon a time. So I dare to look at my 'art by Tomas' as the blessing that guards me from any grumbling or the complaints

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12/15/2011

Birth of the artist

I like coffee (black and without sugar) Therefore its overspill was like an intimate bereavement. The sludge captivated me, tacked my eyes to the table. The spillage looked so attractively, thus I took a photo and...discovered myself in the picture. The last made the dirty table into the artwork – the scruff became the artist.

12/09/2011

Survivor

The Survivor - according to Tomas Karkalas

The pictures should look beautifully, and this shot was such in its original state. Nevertheless, I stumbled upon my own shadow. My identification attempts changed the purity of the nature into the challenge of the flower. The artwork was made.
While listening to insights, my visions obtained the words, and the colors received the need to respond- the need to quit the silence was produced.
Though some wrinkles on the surface appeared, but beauty of the flower was fortified - not something that withered up, but the survivor looks at you from the canvas now.

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