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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?
- when i am at home with my self, will you come over...
- 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,...
- if i were a tree, would i release my leaves in the...
- 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 would like to beg you, dear sir, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, some day in the far future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."
Ranier Maria Rilke
so, i am a question....
i do love rilke's work.
"the sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable, it is alternately stone in you and star.
rilke
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