Aren’t they wonderful?
Three pieces of art.
But what is art? When it hangs or stands in the museum? Or when it is exposed to the public in a school building?
Being an artist is another discussion. Where does “being an artist” begin? When someone dresses, behaves like an artist? When someone creates an artificial piece of shit and sells it as art?
Being creative means to me transforming something obvious into something different.
Thinking can be creative, too.
I am thinking I am an elephant or a tree. I can feel the thick thin or the deep root, and it feels great handling difficult situations.
There aren’t so many colors in Switzerland at the moment. It’s rather gloomy. But suddenly, you discover something, which pops up from the grey.
Someone had this wonderful idea to put more colors to a simple railway underpass.
It is as if someone smiles at me.
We all need an unexpected smile from time to time, which brings a short moment of warmth.
It takes nothing. But it gives a lot. It brings color into life.
She became our best friend in India; Karma was different than the other shopkeepers in Varkala. At the first time, we dropped into her shop, she didn’t tell us to buy this or that. The Tibetan woman just let us have a look around, and there were so many things to discover. The boys started passing by more often. While she was doing bracelets or earrings, they were sitting in front of her and getting interested in her art craft and her culture. She also told them about Dalai Lama and the Tibet. We got invited for tea, later for delicious momo. Last year, her business did not go well and she was talking about moving somewhere else in India. We would have followed her. But fortunately, she is still in Varkala, and our next visit to South India at Christmas will be like coming home – thanks to Karma.