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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?
- if i were a bird, would i wish i were an airplane?...
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16 comments:
Can a drum plays itself?
how would a drum define music?
Wouldn't that be the player's business?
i have heard/read that the instrument plays the player. yet, the player has the music inside.....paradoxical......
Connections again, it seems.
I've never played a drum.
Musical notes...language of instruments. Have you ever talked to one?
i have a native american drum. made by a woman of power. on it is a painted image of a snake.
I'm addicted to stuff related with aborigines and to their crafts.
I have a guitar, her name is Isabel. I tell her all my secrets and feelings, no one else knows as well as she does.
i can see that about you and aboriginal art....the feel of the earth in between their toes as they create.....
there is an older book by bruce chatwin.....songlines....it is about the walkabout in australia. how the aboriginal people sing their world into existence.
and i like that you have isabel in her life. and admire your relationship. i have a new guitar. we are still getting acquainted.....i hope to be like you some day....
It's awsome what I've heard, seen and read aborigines do.
I hope your relationship with your new friend be as beautiful as it can be.
thank you. her name is scarlette. she is a three quarter size guitar. interesting sound. always surprises me.
how did you discover aboriginal art?
Hi Scarlette, you have a beautiful name. I'm happy for you, couldn't be better with someone else.
Well, I don't know a lot about art, much less about aboriginal art, but I love it in some way I cannot explain how I get to it.
My aunt was the influence. She made me to love reading and this art. She has been always involved with this kind of beautiful people, her aboriginal friends used to go to her house, which was right upstairs of mine when I was little. She has been my best friend, if I call it like that, so obviously I wanted to be exactly like her, as good anoying kid. I wanted to understan why she does everything. So I can say I started this way, because of her and her different friends that also made me presents (if they wanted to be more than her friends) like rucksacks, "catches dreams", flutes, manacles full of colors, ponchoes, aboriginal masks, etc...
At the end she got married with an anthropologist that was crazy about all the handcrafted stuff; their home was full of jars of mud, rare stones brought from "The Amazonas" a tropical jungle here in Colombia, indigenous pictures, exotic necklaces...etc
how amazing. my aunt was very important to me, too.
An anonymous soul...
i would like to hear more about this.....anonymous soul.....
I'll e-mail that...kind of personal.
sounds good.
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