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| digital painting silent path 2011 by Tomas Karkalas |
It would be fine to hear your opinion. What do you think about the application of the picture as my signature?
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
silent path
It would be fine to hear your opinion. What do you think about the application of the picture as my signature?
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Lost in a spread of the color
Art therapy gifted the meaning to my seeing the world, yet would my virtual crafts give any to you?
The question repeats the message of prior post chat overview - shares the same hope to be interesting and useful to you. That's all I can for today .The works of Tomas Karkalas are the knock on the eternities for today.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
joy for show in sculpture park in Klaipeda
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| digital painting 'Joy for show' 2011 by Tomas Karkalas |
So. The below was put while looking at the picture. Beauty of the flow of single spot into next to him humbugs into the forgetfulness of the whole picture. The way the colors spread on a canvas attracts the artists but is that not the delusion? Yes, the painting has the power to express the life, but can the paintbrush substitute the daily round? While looking, I saw lots of tiny spots but wished to introduce not the beauty of some spots but the magic of the light I am experiencing ...
Wow, the magic of color is above any discussion. Just look at the daydreamers on my art by Tomas blog . You saw quite different picture in spite of the same drawing, isn't it? As the Arthiker says, the fine arts wake up the thinking.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
chat overview
You are free to recoil from the image below, yet it may be the fine arts, so is it worthy to hurry? Lets see
The above picture looks weary at first glimpse, yet it refreshes at once. That's confusing yet lovely. However even the famous artworks are powerless to replace the simplest chat on a street. The disappointed canvases silently hang on the walls .... As I have written on "captivated by homeland hug" , the diary list (the message) and calligraphy (the perfection of outward shapes) are two different things. Which one you prefer? Why?
Saturday, June 11, 2011
riderless sunlight
This painting has a story. I would like to share it with you...
Two buddies were walking in the forest. While one looked at the trees as the building material and was involved in the calculation of the imaginable profit, the other saw the heroes of his beloved fairy tales in each leaflet.
They differed in approach to life, yet they both rejoiced at the same picture. The riderless sunlight is above.
Due my health state, I put my eyes on a windowsill and trained the eyesight to enjoy the mind travels.Such way life with some limitations became very adventurous - the continual guesswork.
What would be your response?
Two buddies were walking in the forest. While one looked at the trees as the building material and was involved in the calculation of the imaginable profit, the other saw the heroes of his beloved fairy tales in each leaflet.
They differed in approach to life, yet they both rejoiced at the same picture. The riderless sunlight is above.
Due my health state, I put my eyes on a windowsill and trained the eyesight to enjoy the mind travels.Such way life with some limitations became very adventurous - the continual guesswork.
What would be your response?
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
rescued art of Modus Vivendi
my thanks to Don Andrew from the Loop Connections for his help to see once again what was erased from my profile and the web by the hackers.
This slide showed the love that blossoms in the pictures of art therapy club Modus Vivendi in the hospital for people with psychiatric disorders (Klaipeda, Lithuania)
Silent shout of the pictures couldn't defend themselves but the help of Loop Connections rescued the wish to bloom from the death. Don Andrew sent me the link, where I can see the deleted files.
Now, we gratefully bow to Don Andrew.
The blog was erased by the hackers, but the love continues to address the world from Klaipeda.
Silent shout of the pictures couldn't defend themselves but the help of Loop Connections rescued the wish to bloom from the death. Don Andrew sent me the link, where I can see the deleted files.
Now, we gratefully bow to Don Andrew.
The blog was erased by the hackers, but the love continues to address the world from Klaipeda.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
cosy chat
Ah, lets smile. I can blog for a free. Is that not grand?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
quick sketch
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| quick sketch |
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The cast ashore
Monday, February 14, 2011
our words creation
Saturday, February 12, 2011
the restored approach
The picture "is it me?" was put on a web (click on above to view it) Now my digital painting is searching for its viewers.
As I received no feedback till now, I should feel myself a bit confused, yet have a look at the photo below
You see not my grief but quite opposite mood here. Is that not strange? How such could be?
My grandson rescued me from an ambiguity of the musing on a meaning of the essence of self-portrait art.
We are going to go outside, therefore the smiles illuminate our faces. The photo reflects my heart that was healed from the freezing in the theoretics by the decision to go outside. That is the exchange of the guessworks into the love - the acceptance of the joy of the responsibility to care with what was entrusted to me.
As I received no feedback till now, I should feel myself a bit confused, yet have a look at the photo below
My grandson rescued me from an ambiguity of the musing on a meaning of the essence of self-portrait art.
We are going to go outside, therefore the smiles illuminate our faces. The photo reflects my heart that was healed from the freezing in the theoretics by the decision to go outside. That is the exchange of the guessworks into the love - the acceptance of the joy of the responsibility to care with what was entrusted to me.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
in a city of broken glass
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| digital painting "in a city of broken glass" by Tomas Karkalas 2011 |
People pick up what looks beautifully and hang that on their walls, I act likewise. Each time I identify myself with something from underfoot, I sat back in an awe towards the prophetic picture. Do you question yourself a meaning of satisfaction?
You may see this picture on my blog art mirror. It looks much better on a dark background.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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Saturday, November 27, 2010
layers of dream on Tomas' sketchbook
If style of the paintbrush strokes mean nothing indeed, then what makes the beauty in the concrete?
Can the visual thoughts be free from the quality of the shapes that compose them?
When I survived after the terrible head trauma, I was considered as the hero, yet the disability express some kind of weakness. Plus it's common to think that people are responsible for their experiences. So what does express my digital painting the layers of dream ?
While looking from outside in, it became obvious that I fear just the shopping festivities (being alive and having a purse are too different things) But I am not the helpless. I can spread my diary and am glad to do that.
In other words, people with disabilities has something to choose too - they can push either publish or delete buttons. My choice was to stay in touch with you.
Monday, November 22, 2010
best intentions
I wished to say something with my each picture, yet the lists of my sketchbook received quite opposite feedback...
While most best intentions met the dustbin, few drawings were more successful. However, where they any better indeed? I just put some of my works on a blog and thus they indwelt the Internet, reached the archives. Does that mean that the value of the work depend on its location?
Such conclusion would be possible (the digital files were more successful than the hand-made pieces), yet is it not ridiculous?
While looking through the window I was searching for the eternal values. The metaphors embellished my language, yet that beauty cost me plenty – the understanding of each other was lost and the silence replaced the prior chatter of friends in spite of the fact that they all buy the same flowers.
The hardships opened the store and thus expel a threat of a storm out of my room. Thus the forthcoming winter awoke arts and crafts by turning on the heating system.
The pipes are hot now - I‘m rejoicing over my archive:
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