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one of my paintings done with watercolor crayons
celebrating the art of paradox
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delving into the wisdom of absurdity in whimsical way
this blog is about paradox.
through my questions, i hope to encounter the paradox within belief, that place where there is not one answer but many contradictory ones.
each question, each drawing is an invitation to join me in allowing what appears absurd to take us to a wisdom beyond linear thinking.
as long as we question, we are free. free to see, to feel and to express who we are. and to connect collaboratively with one another.
About Me
- anne artist
- i am a painter who began my career as a child coloring outside the lines of my coloring books. i am a writer who started out by composing adventure stories while riding my stick horse around the backyard. as a child, i got in trouble for asking too many questions...i question that.
you can find my cartoons in this online magazine!
http://thoughtsonsale.com/
here is the link to my photography blog about simplicity:
on a clear day she could see forever
one of my paintings done with watercolor crayons
"the emperor's new clothes" by hans christian andersen
this fairy tale has been a companion to me as i have traveled through my life.
briefly, it is about an emperor who was deceived by two tailors who said they were making a set of clothing out of a "dream" fabric. in reality, they used no fabric at all. to make their scam complete, they announced that only those who were wise enough would be able to see the beautiful clothing. and so, no one, not even the emperor, admitted to being unable to see it.
wearing his new "clothing", the emperor paraded through his kingdom. no one questioned his appearance; no one wished to appear less than wise.
until a small child asked, "why is the emperor not wearing any clothes?"
so it is that i ask, if i question rather than believe i am wise, what will i see?
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- if i race my self to the finish line, who will win?
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9 comments:
yeah, especially if you drive a 1967
Electraglide with a 455 cu/in super-hemi and positraction, which you being a wild-woman artist, is probably the case. (gotta haul all those sheep in style...eh?)
so your sheep don't follow, they ride along?
no, we g-l-i-d-e along
and when you do, are you and the sheep singing, aka bruce springsteen, "baby we were born to glide"?
yeah, uh huh, especially with all the lanolin on the seatcovers, and sometimes we sing the
Lanesboro Woolen Mill Blues,
but if we really feel like spinning out of felt control, we sing
the Hendrix classic
Purple Fleece.
does spinning out of control take you beyond control? perhaps to a place where you only experience what is felt?
Our life spins on in endless song
above earth's lamentation
we feel the real tho' far-off hymn
that felts a new creation
Thru all the burrs and the lice
we hear that music ringing
it sounds an echo in our soul
how can we keep from singing?
and when we hear that echo, do we recognize ourselves at last?
yes, yes,
a thousand times yes
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