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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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- am i the letters or the white space surrounding them?
- am i a sound or its echo?
- do i need the lines in order to draw outside of them?
- if i were a drum, would i make my own music?
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- a bird walked across the street in front of my mov...
- am i that which i remember or that which i have fo...
- i wonder, is life an impersonal personal experienc...
- if i were twilight, would i also be the sunrise on...
- when i am asleep, do my eyes adjust to the darkness?
- if i don't see you because i am focused on myself,...
- if i put myself 1st, do i risk coming in second?
- if i take what is yours, is it mine?
- if a meteor fell from space and landed on my head,...
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- if i were a river, who would i become in a drought?
- if i laugh more often, will i understand the joke?
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I get scarred when I only think I could forget of myself, but at the same time I wonder if that could happen, even knowing everything can happen.
don't the experts say that memory is in many instances created? how much of each day do you remember? do i forget more of me than i remember? and is who i remember, who i create in this moment?
It's corious, I've always said one never forgets.
Can that creation be the someone I wanna be? That would be...ilogical, because of the complaints we make to us many times.
is it that we never forget or that we never stop recreating our story (stories)?
sometimes, i think we create the story we want to hear and other times, like a nightmare, we create that one. being human is a mystery tour.
So, when we recreate the story(ies), we could leave mistakes that can be these complaints we think we see...
Love it "being human is a mystery tour".
What would happen if we get lost in these tour? Is the madness a stop station included in the tour? Does it has a price? Or it can be true life is for free...?
i can tell my story how i want to. certainly, there are "facts" but it is how i tell the facts that makes the story.....what do you think?
if we stop, then it is madness...life is motion....
i am not sure i have any way to pay a price if one were placed upon life. all i can do is show up.
I think I see these "facts" like the ones that make the story to have sense, or in other case to don't have it. I like facts now that I picture them in my mind.
Well...so let's put it like a stage, but this way it wouldn't be so hard to get mad.
To show up...
Life is magical for me.
facts do give a structure....maybe even lines that we can color inside of or not.
i like the idea of a stage.....
i can hear the magic when you write....
To color them, like it.
I feel myself living a magical time waiting for your thoughts.
ha.....to color the facts as we like.
do you associate color and music when you are playing the guitar.
yes, the conversation is a magical one. thank you for it.
Oh! What a question...I cannot explain how I feel when I play my guitar. I cannot explain the things I see when I fuse my mind and body with her. I cannot explain the new form of my musical notes when I'm with my lovely hope. I cannot explain how my answer is more than a "yes, I do". She makes to think I'm more than alive, to think I can still have hopes for the people that think they don't have any. She becomes part of me and I become her way to fly by...When I play my amazing guitar we get to be one instead two things apart.
Thank you as well.
wow.....it would be so incredible to experience this. the only reason to play a guitar, really.......
I agree with that.
My best whishes for you and Scarlette.
thank you. i will let her know....
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