as naked as the day he was born

Let this picture be my opened letter to all of you, who still didn’t left my blogs.

Spring blossoms all around, and lots of tasty fruits will be added to our daily meal soon. Lots of wonderful books enjoy us at the shops already now.  But not everything is so fine. There are multitude of buds that are to grow in an inappropriate conditions.  My story illustrates the last.  You have seen lots of my pictures on my blogs – I’m blooming too in spite of the fact that living on disability pension is, so to say, far less than cost of art materials. What to talk about all other needs!  Your financial support could enable me to breathe more free and to share my colors of the gratitude more wide . I need greatly your help, and I am eagerly looking forward to your support. Help me please. 

Begging looks ugly. Sorry, but the disabled has any other chance,  except trusting the miracle. Thank you for your donations.

 Thank you

Farewell

My friends go abroad for a work, but that’s impossible in my case : Today was the first day I needed the help of walking stick to go outside – just across the street. 

The recluse by the sea

The recluse by the sea is not a fantasy. That’s my reality.  I share my pictures on a web in English, in a language my friends dont use at all and.  Thus your responses are all my publicity. 

I was happy to revive from the obvious death, I had wonderful experience of the walk with the other world, but my return to life has put me into the ranks of unfit to this  world until the death.  In other words,  I am without any work and any earnings and without any possibility to print my works otherwise as by receiving your charity gifts. Your donations are my one and only way to to survive.

I confess my poverty. Complaining looks ugly, but should I hide the truth?  I  just have added the new article on  Modus Vivendi  blog “Is it all that have remained?”

Though it looks nice but it is cold and windy outside … 

 

My dear, we live in different countries, have different social backgrounds.  We look differently, but I address you as my friends, and brothers in spirit. That’s the sacred truth.  You travel around the world and share your impressions by the photos you take, I can just to dream to do that, but does my impotence makes us the strangers? 

I am happy for the same divine Spirit indwells us all. Be well, be happy. And let our musing on the beauty will become the fruitful.

Maybe,  my time has came to the end. Maybe I have approached the end of my earthly walk. That will be no wonder.  I wish just to thank you once more- let me thank all of you, who have left your responses on my blog and has made so my day. Be well, my dear.

Breathing of the stone walls

Keep a clear conscience before God so that when people throw mud at you, none of it will stick. They’ll end up realizing that they’re the ones who need a bath.

1 Peter 3:16 (The Message)

I love walls of my city. I trust people who hide under them and therefore dont lose the hope to meet the benefactor one day who will help me to forget my sad destiny of helpless disabled and to print to share my artwork.

Maybe it would be yours postal remittance. Wow, Thank you.

My correct mailing address is:

Tomas kalarlas  Liepu 25 -31, Klaipeda LT- 92139, Lithuania

email ktomkas@takas.lt

only blossom recognize our need and respond without delay

I needed support and thus the yard of the hospital I stay in burst in blossom.