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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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If you are anything, could that mean you are also nothing?
do you think you are nothing?
i guess it depends on how one defines nothing.
perhaps i am a story few people know. a story that will be forgotten.
If I can be anything............
What if that people, who know the story, tell it to their descent?
well then, that is a gift. to continue on in story form.
to have one's name spoken aloud for generations.....
I like legends and myths...
yes. and that is what i want to write. i miss it when i am away from those images. yet, there are times to write and times not to.
...as they are times to everything.
Liked that.
do you know that song....turn, turn turn......?
the byrds recorded it as did others.
Laugh comes to me again.
Yes, an awsome song.
to laugh is the best thing......it lightens everything up.
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