Toomas Tõnissoo

Art. Everyday you don't notice a sunset, somewhere there should be colors that
refresh and make the inner feeling festive; interesting things or situations
which would be difficult to come up with myself, I still end up when I don't have a camera at hand,
there is no phone, and so they forget; some advertising or educational poster, or then
I don't even bother to carve a slogan with a shocking message, and who would I show it to, anything
I'd be more likely to show the cats at home; I might want to paint graffiti, but I don't  know
where to do it, you could do it at home, but at the same time you can't mess up the room, not in the city anyway
that's why I don't want to start driving, and I wouldn't know what to tell the police if they wanted a misdemeanor
I can't process, run; art, literature, music - you have to book time there like
to the hairdresser, it's easier to let your hair grow as it grows, once a year or two
during, I pull myself together and walk away anyway to look more civilized; sometimes i paint
I usually then prepare long and thoroughly, build painting bases, prime and carve,
planning and composing, but the painting itself usually, when it's finally in hand, is like
a heavy and falling load that comes on the back along a winding and narrow path from Rae parish
Urge the municipality to carry to the top of Munamäe, it seems to me that the burden is too big
a heap full of hay, which I used to spend long days and summers with my grandfather as a child
I lifted into the horse's load; while painting, I get lost in myself, not like a labyrinth, but in a forest,
into the marshy swamp forest, if I'm lucky, I can still find logs in the middle of the forest,
a labyrinth with a tiled roof, but I can get out of the labyrinth, at best, only after a long time
hanging paintings in an exhibition; I can't finish my paintings, it's just not the right time,
to be considered as a deadline; paintings are like canvas bags into which I stuff all sorts of things,
nothing is abstract but concrete, but their meanings are renewed,
transform, surprise with the emergence of new, hitherto hidden meanings or
lose their original crystal clear thought and melt into softness as if forgotten on the table
or, at last dissipate into the likeness of the host; beauty is beyond man, but the creator is gracious: me
I think that first God created the eyes of man and only then everything else, because he probably
wanted to show something, I'm worried about what?

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