"Narcissuses2"

I wonder what to write about this drawing. It is quite similar to the previous one. I let myself release my phantasy and made some lines which made the picture more dynamic. The photo of the flowers also comes from tulip bulps. The colours are stunning. When I'm in a shop, I always stop to have a look at flower bulps and photos added to them. The colours are so phantastic and I found out that other people also like them 'cause lots of them check my flickr photos.

I'm just wondering what to write about today. Nothing comes to my mind. Perhaps I'll start with the idea of the warrior. I said that he or she respects himself and other people. He also respects and helps preserve nature. What does it mean? He tries to divide and sort garbage: glass, paper and plastic. He turns off the tap when he washes his teeth. He doesn't use plastic bags , because first of all they choke animals and they don't degradate in the ground. I've never realized it's so meaningful. It's easier to make oneself comfortable. The fact is that there are so many people without water, electricity and food. We don't appreciate it. We are not aware how poor people can be. We don't appreciate many things as long as we have them.

Now a new thought by P. Coelho: " The divine genious hides himself in the detailes of Creation."

I thought it over and decided to add an appendix to my blog- a joke. When I read through my blog it seems a bit sad and serious. Sometimes, a joke can raise your spirits. Here you have one:

The situation takes place during the time of Communism. One man had a shop and a talking parrot. She always said: Death for Stalin, Death for Bierut. Someone was stuck by it and let Communists know about that. The Communist authorities wanted to bring the owner of that parrot to justice. The unlucky owner before going to court, went to confession and told a priest about his problem. The priest suggested an idea: He will give the owner his own parrot , which obviously doesn't say: Death for Stalin, Death for Bierut! The poor owner took the priest's parrot instead of his own to court. The judge wants to know if that is really true that the parrot says such things, so he encourages her and says: Death for Stalin, Death for Bierut! No anwer from the parrot. Then the jury repeats repeats the same. Again no answer from the parrot. At last, all the people present repeat: Death for Stalin, Death for Bierut! and in the end the parrot opens her beak and says: " Listen Jesus, how your crowd is begging You.