Each drawing – each and all artwork mirror the whole life. While looking at my pictures I see not the artwork but myself. Just think. Once upon a time, there was an empty canvas. I took a brush and the picture appeared, but that the past already now. The artwork bid farewell to me. Our children does the same- they are born in hope and our dreams make them grown up. Our childes grow up and leave the home for our dreams receive the flesh of their own. The artwork does the same. The artist put down his palette and the creator becomes the reader of his guest book. The feedback look like the precious news from our grown up already children.
“Amorous tears” were just an empty page of my computer program and many tornado passed by there. All I can to do for now is to read your feedbacks … Your feedbacks are like the news from my children, and I heartily thank you and send my best wishes to you all.
4 responses so far ↓
givethemhell // April 14, 2008 at 04:14 |
Lovely, those tears.
Wishing you a wonderful week with splendid imagination,
Eva
givethemhell // April 14, 2008 at 16:47 |
Have a wonderful birthday, dear Tomas, and many happy returns.
Best wishes -
Eva
Miki // April 14, 2008 at 21:14 |
I join Eva to wish you a wonderful birthday, Tomas (I hope she is right and knows when your birthday is
I am not sure I can feel or see the tears, but I surely can see the person who is crying… and the person she is crying for is far away already, caught in the tornado I guess…
I love your text, wonderful wise and personal words…
helenl // April 19, 2008 at 19:34 |
The tears are in the eye of the beholder. The beholder sees the woman in a raincoat.