ticket to wonderland

While browsing the web, I came across the statement :
"Humor makes it feel better!" But not as good as Grandma's kisses."
It seemed that the lighting of love touched me. I visualized my grandmother. She left us already for a long, but her words sound in my heart till now:

• "let THANK YOU be your road stick. Thats the magical word. "Thank you" opens all the doors"

dear nurse

Dear nurse,
while surgeons fix broken bones, you inspire the desire to open the eyes. You gift us the wish for to go to smell the flowers - to blossom out in discovery of you in each button that we enjoy.
Thank you, dear nurse

our response

As I turned on my TV, the current events put my beliefs under a test. At a moment the Olympic Games were started, Russia attacked Georgia and peaceful town was put in a state of ruin...

I looked at the happy faces of the sportsmen and questioned myself, is my blogging not an excuse of self - not the self-deceit?
I checked my blogs ( http://candleday.wordpress.com/ and http://arthiker.wordpress.com/ - I looked at my artworks on http://www.artmajeur.com/colourrain/ and at all other my locations on a web) and the question what for do I blog? became the threatening. Who needs my Hello?

the sick become the giants

viewing of the artworks lead us to talks about the eternal values. That makes the sick the giants. Just incredible things happen then. Though entrance to art market remains closed to art therapy, but the heart becomes overfilled with the peace in spite of all disasters that we encounter on our road. Not the technique of the drawing, but the passion for thanksgiving, the gratitude for the breathing make the masterpieces. In turn, the new mindset makes the dirt underfoot the desirable fragrance that depicts our earth as the blooming garden. The picture is hard to visualize in the world that sinks in despair, but that's the reality of life in art therapy clubs where reigns not bank accounts but "How do you?".