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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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is compassion
(feeding each other)
what we are
needing?
is compassion also recognizing the hunger of others? recognizing that we eat what does not nourish us, that just feeds the hunger?
which recognizing?
which hunger?
which eating?
which feeding?
which nourishment?
physical?
psychological?
spiritual?
it's all real
it's all suffering
to a hungry child, God looks like food
to a lonely and depressed individual, God looks like a hand on the shoulder and a whispered "I Love You"
for someone in the "void", God looks like detachment from the suffering
recognize hunger.....YES
which level?......ALL
relieve it?.....what else is there to do?
THIS is our nourishment.
and what is greed?
a lonely glass wall around the heart
thinking that "I" am enough
thinking "I" know
thinking
"I"
us and them
3rd chakra stuckness
so is greed separation from others? and compassion nourishing through connection?
that's the way it feels to me
is greed then starvation?
starvation of the spirit, yes
"is greed self-feeding"...
reminds me of a story I heard about people sitting around a table unable to eat their food because their spoons were too long. Then they realized they could feed each other.
so if we fear hunger, fear suffering, we end up holding a spoon too big for our hands?
reminds me of a song by Dylan
Idiot Wind
"I/ve been double-crossed now
for the very last time
and now I'm finally free
I/ve kissed goodbye the howling beast
on the borderline that separated you from me
You/ll never know the hurt I've suffered
nor the pain I rise above
and I'll never know the same about you
your holiness
or your kind of love
and it makes me feel so sorry...
idiot wind
blowin' thru the books upon our shelves
we are idiots, babe,
it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves"
er sumthin like that
wonder-full....
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