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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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i don't know, would you?
is it not inherent to wind that it can be a breeze, a hurricane, so still as to be unnoticeable, a tornado, etc? that it can toss hail and rain as easily as houses?
if so, how do i as wind live with the diversity of expression latent within me?
if i become a tornado, won't i have to live with the houses lying in ruins?
am i not only the wind but what it touches?
just express in whatever mode you find yourself...if you second guess yourself, you aren't being the wind
so if i am in a hurricane mode, then express it?
can you suppress it?....it's like water under pressure....it will find the one place to leak......and good that it does....otherwise you would explode. Go ahead, be the hurricane...especially with the ones you love the most.....eventually you will see how you hurt them, and you will find another way...especially if your hurricane encounters a vacuum where your expression is meaningless.
When Kali was on a rampage, on her way to destroying the world, what did Shiva do? Did he fight fire with fire? Did he become a hurricane? No, he laid down on the battlefield, and when Kali came to him, it woke her up to see her loverman laying down his life for her...it was the only "thing" that could have stopped her....her own awakening to her own hurricane nature, and her own "stopping" it. Otherwise, it just festers and breeds. Yes, express your hurricane, and then hope that someone loves you enough to not blow back.
yes. her own awakening to her own hurricane nature, as you say. if i were the wind, would i be aware of my nature and if so, find another way?
is it possible to hurt another, be a hurricane, and not hurt oneself? is the wind not impacted by the force of her own winds and the destruction she sees? can she rustle the leaves of trees that are felled? will birds who have died soar in her updrafts? will she be able to playfully toss a person's hair without that person remembering a home in shambles?
we are all hurricanes
destroying in our forgetfulness
we are all rustling leaves
and candle flames dancing
from a child's whisper
in my hair there is a breeze
then the hair jerked out by the roots
we are all gentle breezes
and violent spasms of grief
from the jerking
raging currents
and a tear drop
are the same essence
you are impacted
you learn
you gain control
then it's gone
the sun
then the shadow
first the fire
then the light
then nothing
you ruin my house
then build
then ruin your house
then I build
for you
birds will die
then thrive in your updraft
they will remember
only love
you will remember
only love
i will remember
only love
because
there is
only love
it's that simple
it's a choice
you make
and I make
to remember
and forget
this is truth
sad? maybe
real? for sure
paradoxical? yep
f#cked up? no
otherwise, there is no choice
there is no perfection
just forgiveness
rebuilding
and the choice
to love
in each moment we choose
and thankfully
sometimes
we remember
life is a circle?
a never ending birthing of hope and decay..a constant dying-into and not-knowing of everything and nothingness, grief and gladness, hopefulness and utter despair, not a circle, a lemniscate, ever evolving
and moving, ever becoming, never arriving, yet always right on time
a new word for me...lemniscate.......i do like it and the image.
the "ever becoming, never arriving, yet always on time" the hurricane in the gentle breeze, the slightest sigh of wind in the midst of a tornado. and beyond all that.
if i were the wind, would i play with it all? would i believe it was all one big sandbox?
if you were the wind
you would be the wind
you would not ask what to do
or feel remorse when limbs snapped
or feel delight in a dancing candle flame
you would feel wind-ness
and bliss
in a job well done
when you blew
but......
you are not the wind
you are anne artist
part time hurricane destroyer
part time gentle breeze lover
part time knower
part time wanderer
and part time asker of paradoxical questions.....
aaaaaaaahhhh
the wind
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