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Thursday, January 9, 2014


"It's not stress that kills us, it is our reaction to it." ~ Hans Selye

Please, read my Love story 


Monday, January 6, 2014

rough luck / living in dependence

rough luck ~ Tomas Karkalas

People with disabilities are rich with love. Art therapy classes prove that pictorially. If we will judge by appearance we will stay in an awe towards just incredible creations, yet such portrait is true only while looking outwardly. Living in constant dependence is the rough luck. See here and here and respond with your donation please. Help me to arrange the exhibition of my artworks.

Monday, August 12, 2013

What's your choice?

The hardships to choose the appropriate palette for the panorama of today put a question: 
what is a place of the fine arts in our life?
Putting the  emotions to words enabled me keep calm: gave a wash to my window- re-wrote the exclamation to a notion.
The place of Fine Art is exalted, but while applauding we take no heed of what was said. People worship the artists but not the light that embellish the canvases we enjoy.  

What's your choice? 

Monday, July 1, 2013

a curse or the blessing

The pictures of art therapy club for people with the psychiatric disorders

The different people  pass by us on a street. High and thin move around, the loonies also. Though the mentally ill frequently have the luminous eyes but are the mystery no one wish to encounter with.
While arguing about people with the psychiatric disorders, the question „is it a curse or the blessing“ always arises to me.  So what does it mean to be  mentally ill? Is it a curse or the blessing?
I did not want to play with the words so chose to knock on a door of the art therapy club to avoid empty musing. A signboard on the door announced art therapy reveals our love to other , so I joyfully entered the club for the mentally ill.
The contradictory views overfilled my heart. While reading the awful diagnosis on the faces of the club members I witnessed the patients‘s choice to enjoy each minute they had here. I silently gazed at hundreds of the drawings. They were colored with love..

All without distinction works overflowed with kindness. The art therapy have created the miracle there.
While complaining for the lack of relationship among people, about the alienation and selfishness, we share some truth but it becomes a lie because we eliminate ourselves from other people and thus our insights become a judgment. While talking about mentally ill we may look even compassionate but such righteousness would produce just the boring information if we would separate ourselves from the folk we discus. 

I was free to choose how to ac while watching the patient‘s artworks and I have grasped they were not the mental patients but my dear brothers and sisters in disguise as the unknown passersby. I meet with myself there and the hearty smile embellished my eyes...I wish end by saying that witnessed by me disability humbled me to enable me to experience the being of a child of the light. The last was not a curse, but the blessing as I have changed my world outlook. Robert t. Kiyosaki states "It's not what you say out of your mouth that determines your Life , It's what you whisper to yourself that has the Most power" These words ceased to be just a quote and became a piece of my diary in the hospital for people with the psychiatric disorders.