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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?
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- a bird walked across the street in front of my mov...
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- i wonder, is life an impersonal personal experienc...
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- if i don't see you because i am focused on myself,...
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- if i take what is yours, is it mine?
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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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6 comments:
probably. it's human nature to believe the grass is greener....it's difficult to just stand, and Be Here Now,
you know....the whole mindfulness scene.....chop wood and carry water.....it's difficult to think that this is really as good as it gets.....that the Hokie-Pokie really IS what it's all about. That if we stand in the fire
of unknowing, we won't get burnt-up; That what will emerge from the fire is worth the standing; that what emerges is the core....and it isn't in our mind, and it's nothing that WE did or found or created....IT just IS.
Now....what's your question?
is the bird the airplane? is the airplane the bird?
is the chair the dehydrated meat package?
is the leaking pen the elephant stomach?
is the garden shear the raindrop?
is the gold watch the exhaust pipe?
is the mollusk the credit card?
is the boot the loon?
boot the loon
bootloon
botlon
bon
bon-bon
everybody cries for bon-bons,
chocolate and chewing gum
what is your question?
my question......what is the language of Question?
no answer
i am wondering about my last question. for me, the language of Question is that of the story. a question, then is a request to hear/read a story. whether it be another person's story of life or a story about plants or clouds or spinning wheels. when it is about paradox, then it might be a story about how what appear to be opposites connect with one another.
my questions are an invitation to tell me (and others) a story. preferably within paradox which, for me, means that their isn't one Story, just layer upon layer of stories waiting to be told. to be heard. to be shared. to be...
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