stocktaking 2008

stocktaking of 2008

I’m 53 years old already. So what was achieved by me?  What are my earnings? The stocktaking was made. You may see the results by clicking … here

Blogging helps to smile when the daily round colors everything in dark. The need to breathe freely urges search for the words that describe something good.  Thus spiritual healing takes part in a  recognition of oneself in other.

Merry Christmas!

sweat waters the flowers

circle of the seasons mixed the orderliness for the blossom could replace the frost

I washed my socks and hung them to dry. Colorful drops were dropping down and the picture looked nice: air was cleaned from sweat. Wow! When I grasped the meaning of the daily round, the boredom was replaced with the awe at the magic of the creativity. The clothes-line immediately vanished from sight – I stepped into the fairyland of art symbols.

closed eyes

closed eyes

As you know, the medicine creates just miracles today, what was unthinkable just yesterday looks like A-B-C now. Yet some rules don’t change. We must confess aloud our pains for the doctors could help us with our problems. This sequent of events is unchangeable – the necessity to confess aloud our problems is the first step towards the healing. Thus I’m writing the definition of my picture. Its title will diagnose my emotions… I would like to dedicate this picture to the wonderful post I came across while browsing the web recently. It’s the article Who killed monkey tales?

My picture looks quite dark at a moment, yet there is no fear – the dawn will come for sure. I am just release the artwork from “this is mine”. Lets consider a story. The gardener planted the wonderful flower and it was smelling amazingly – its fragrance put under a charm all passersby until the artist stopped by and deflowered the beauty by claiming her to be his property. Meanwhile the gardener just watched the situation. The flower don’t’ long to wither in the artist’s vase. So there was no wonder for the silence indwelt the showroom.

… as the viewer close his eyes, the beauty awakes the listening heart… as you see, not we are creators of our dreams, but we are responsible for the kind of dreams that will visit us at a moment we close our eyes.