concern in being alive

Tomas Karkalas ~ concern in being alive. 2009

Each flower has it’s own face, yet tells the same story. Please read it.  While viewing the artworks you will taste the sweets of beauty…

While it was lovely to live under a charm of colors, yet I awoke to look for the meaning of my being here and now.  Is it not the ridiculous? The fragrance of the art canvases   enhaced my emotions.   Can these  feelings point at nowhere? What do you think?

art therapy

While looking at the artwork, I am not used to talk, but listen at the canvas and thus recall the miracles I have experienced once… once upon a time I was asked, what do I think about this?

The new picture comes out each time I open my lips in reply, yet the message remains the same:  Thank you for the question.  Your interest in my opinion helped me greatly to remind the eternal values and thus to awake, to put on my smile again.  I think that is just magical art therapy.  What could be better than that? What do you think?  Is the recognition of oneself amidst the friends not the best support?

welcome to my origins

This picture came out as I was looking out through the window at myself  on the street. It was put on my blog art mirror, yet I want to expand this welcome to my origins. So welcome to the wonderland, where I met with love that was put into the action.

cost of beauty

in the light of self-portraits of Tomas

This image continues the story “Who needs the titles” and welcomes you to ponder the cost of beauty once again.