The writers use a word window as a symbol of the outlook, thus the metaphors enrich me with the meaning for the living. While reading the awe inspiring articles on the miracles of my mind power, the gazing at the window looses its sorrowful colors for the helplessness of the disabled and unexpectedly sparkles with the incredible mind-travels … I gratefully wander around the history and need no tickets – any fees. Wow! A sunbeam dance for joy over the cars under my window, and my surroundings revive literally. The grass mix up with the blacktop and the puddles of the lube oil reflects the heaven … the abstract painting expresses the magical beauty the best. While the naming of what is what produces complaints and depicts lots of various invaders, the look at my canvases gifts a sip of fresh air and makes the irony the word of the truth. I didn’t kept hands in pockets – have a look at my archives.
Dear friends, I need the rest now, but I don’t say farewell. The miracles happens now too.
3 responses so far ↓
akash // March 31, 2008 at 18:28 |
This one is really cute !!!
It carries all the sunshine of your words .
Hope you get the comforting rest you deserve .
Praying for the miracle to happen ……..
Akash
givethemhell // April 1, 2008 at 04:21 |
Wishing you a good rest as well.
The new picture is beautiful.
gypsy-heart // April 2, 2008 at 04:48 |
You latest pieces are beautiful Tomas. I couldn’t pick a favorite because I liked them all!
Good creative energy to you!