Hiden in a hut

The fine arts are conceived in the solitude of the diaries, but get birth in public presentation. The famous masterpieces are just musing of the unknown until the validation of the artist’s signature.  So to speak, the applied art is much more moral than typical attempts of the artists to talk in the name of the humanity and to report their personal feelings as the eternal values obligatory to all.

lonely walk of the pure-minded

We need the solitude to catch the Sunbeam, but it is impossible to play alone- we desperately need one other for to share the news we received from hearing the Beauty.
While recognizing the Sunbeam, we need one other to hear the Light and to enter the dreamland. I would name that conception the key, but we must take it. Therefore we need one other for recovering from the total impotency of the passive viewing the life – we need not to muse on life, but to live.

While browsing the web, I have found a quote. Salman Rushdie wrote:
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.

The quote sounds rush, but it perfectly defines the soul of human garden. And thus it helped me to participate in the sharing of the light (in self expression) more fruitfully than disguising as the polite “all is OK”.
The words of Salman Rushdie sounds rush, but they don’t hurt: the right understanding of the reality empowers to move forward more boldly: the goal is not to offend, but to share the love.

Homeland of Butterflies

harvest time:

flashback

Recognition of some shapes in an abstract artwork results at the viewer’s satisfaction. However, is it not the self deception? What for could such guesswork serve?

It is good to live in harmony with the heart. The upshot of it is the colorful artwork. The applause doubles the aesthetical impact of the picture. That’s the truth and the other way: the dramatic, expressive colors are the result of ‘no comments’

The lament of an art receives the applause, the ratings of ‘All Time Best’  Wow, that’s above my potency to grasp too. What do we search for? Do we want to enjoy the  life and to blossom in the grateful Thank You, or just look for the beauty of the colors? 

The technical excellence brings the applause in an art showroom. That’s nice, but what does that mean?  Do we need the nice looking reflections of the current state of our world (the pictures) , or the joyful daily walk?

The paper was read over

 

The sun will sweep away the sky from the current twilight and all tracks will become clear beyond the dawn! The faith became the artwork, the picture has appeared, and I gaze at it looking for the door to enter in.  I have looked around, glimpsed at a mirror, and that forced to hide my eyes. The diary substituted the shield, but “to be or not to be” didn’t stop knocking on my heart.  That’s no wonder. While dreaming about the heaven, I wandered around my bedroom – watched the sunbeam’s ornamentation on a window.

Eternal values versus temporal “ABC” sound nice, but that’s fearful: the beauty must be put into practice. Otherwise it costs nothing at all. The artists must become the viewers and the viewers the heroes that have no time to view, but prove their faith by their deeds.

That’s the truth that disguises as the artistic creativity that makes the shadows the beauty. Visually the picture may look blurred enough, but it isn’t so indeed: while I was searching for the door to enter inside the picture, my complaints for my destiny have dressed in the parables. I enjoy the light that was discovered in what looked like the dirt. Fine art has transformed the limitations of the disabled into the beauty.  These transformations revealed the eternities -made the invisible spiritual world the reality I enjoy.