hearty greetings

Just an hour is left till New Year, and the time starts flow incredibly fast. Wow, I have discovered myself making an overview of all my retorts, sly humour -the hearty whispering …  Sorrowful words don’t fit the moment and all that remains are my pictures that inhabit as the Candleday, as the-whole bunch of blogs I run on a web.

Wow,  Happy New Year comes out of itself.  My hearty greetings, dear bloggers. Be well!  That was and remains the main message of my artwork.

Happy New Year! Let nothing shadows our walk.

retort

Thomas A. Edison said “Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.”
Consequently, the fine art showroom should smell not attractively, isn’t it?

Let it be

“To be content means that you realize you contain what you seek.” –Alan Cohen

When I have read these words, I took a deep breath – wow! I am drawing what I see around myself and the heroes of my artwork are the sunbeams of the light. In other words, can you imagine more lucky man than I?

The striking spray beautifully wriggle in my vase on the kitchen table. The exotic spray in never seen bloom fills my room and my eyes sparkle with wonder. I sense myself moved to tears, and they are drooping down indeed – the beauty around have showed me my weakness to share my visions – the impotency to purchase the tools for the drawing. The comprehension of the need to renew my computer made the sky under the window the darkness of the night … wow came out of itself once more again. Just a minute ago, I was deeply convinced I am the happiest man, but I have realized the happiest are you and your smiles make me happy too. I see the light – I have what to dream about. I trust in a miracle of my Christmas box …

“All problems become smaller if you don’t dodge them, but confront them.” –William F. Halsey

It is ugly to beg but what else can do the jobless disabled? Yes, I need the new laptop, for example, what to speak about the costly medicine. Things we have are used to broke, and our bodies do likewise, demand the restoration.  Only the word of mouth needs no cash, while the recognition of the truth needs the costly tools for becoming the artwork but not the scrambled sketch.

The  examination of the need have led me to the thoughts about a cemetery.  The flesh will disappear indeed for a free in a grave.  

In any case, I still smell the beauty of the flowers and the exotic blossom fills my heart. Let that wonder become our reality in our Christmas boxes – the renewed hearts.

Hi, my dear

Welcoming other – sharing the “Hi!” is the best home business and the most rewarding lifestyle.  Our responses to one other posts are as the best miracle of our soul, as the proof of the reality of our dreams. The hearty Hi testifies our richness that nobody can steel and that’s impossible to loose.

Social work due to the trust

I was looking through the window all day log today and that have happened at least: though the raining didn’t cease, but it became dark and the time to go to bed finally have arrived.

It looks so natural, but that’s the good news that are worthy the sharing. My troubles came to the end because all shops became closed. Thus the night made me free from the thoughts of forthcoming Christmas empty box: I don’t worry for my impotency to put anything there now. Plus. While sleeping we all become alike. The jobless disabled looks like a president because the fairy tales awake for the miracle till the dawn, when we will awake again and will recognize ourselves again in our different social statuses. The talking about the spirituality of the humanity will become the privilege of the few who could allow themselves the luxury to buy a cup of coffee and to muse why do other looks so worried then.

When the night cames and the rain hits the window – when the darkness pierces me till bones I became the most happy men: I start writing to you then. I am sharing the joy over the awakening of the fairy tales.