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?".

The poverty overcomed by the love

The leaves left the trees already, but the branches didn't became the naked. The love of "Modus Vivendi" decorates the yard of the hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders.

by the way, I have read today “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”

Help us meet the Christmas

We know well the cost of the oil, but how much cost the love? Hospitals for people with psychiatric disorders has bad reputation , but out hears are tested there. The patients ha nothing in literal sense of the word, but the miracles happens - one gifts a pencil, other a sheet of paper and the physical darkens becomes the incredible light - fairy tales revive due to your donations, Your support enables us to live.
Dear bloggers, dear people of good will, help us to share thank you. We eagerly wait for your donations - help us survive and share the love. I am awaiting for your donations at the address below:

my correct mailing address:

Liepu 25-31
Klaipeda 92139
Lithuania

Tomas Karkalas

This art therapy blog is kept on a voluntarily basis of the jobless disabled. I earn nothing and I would greatly appreciate your help to cover the Internet expenses. Thank you in advance for your money transferring through Western Union - that's the fastest way to send money worldwide - to share the love. God blesses you.

Who lacks the most creates the best

Ala Lickevic

Miracles Follow The Love

Giedre Kulikauskaite with her trimmings Christmassy Windows

one must meet oneself

The author of this picture is a woman with the shining eyes. Her heart is full of love ... you see that for yourself. Thus you may be surprised, why did I not name her?
The logical question made the colors of the applique above sparkle with double strength. The world dont doubt in the righteousness of his judgment and call people with psychiatric disorders the fools - scoff at them. The world fleers at oneself by doing thus, but the Modus Vivendi artists meet dark clouds with the palettes full of paints of trust in love.
I heartily invite you to open the heavy door of the hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders and welcome the people there - lets look at oneself and listen to the heart.

people, where are you?

Dark walls of hospital for people with psychiatric disorders hide the hearty welcome to everyone. I am proud to spread these news to you. Modus Vivendi welcomes the world.

Insights of the palette

The picture you see the above was made by Vida. She actively participates in the life of art therapy club Modus Vivendi, and her drawings reflect as her personal outlook towards the beauty of the nature, as the longings of most patients of the hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders.

Art therapy deals not with the surgical treatment, but the affairs of the heart. We may found lots of various drugs in our medicine chest, but no one of them fit to answer what for we live there and now. Lots of various pills may be found in our medicine chest, but there is one universal cure from all possible diseases – that’s your feedbacks. Our outlook on one other (the wholeheartedness of your responses) helps recover from all diseases and enables us rejoicing over the aroma of the flowers which blossom with all possible colors in a sunny fields, but wither in thick shadows of the loneliness.