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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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Could it be the same melody when we know about mistery?
Does a company has melody?
If me-partner dies, would also
do I?
Would I please to have myself as a partner? If I'm unbearable to others can I also be unbearable to myself?
Is not all of this totally odd and funny??
it probably would be odd if were not totally odd and funny....
i wonder if it is the same melody but we hear it with different ears.
if a partner dies, what happens to the part of you that came alive with that person?
With different ears...like it.
So can I become in the sorrow that covers the time after the death?
Mmmm...laughter.
it seems to me that after a loved one dies, oddly enough, we get in touch with a part of that we had forgotten. as if their death gave our lives a deeper meaning, if we listen for it.
Cannot that sorrow be, presicely, the thing we could listen to?
we can listen to the sorrow and let it have its life.
yet, when someone close to us dies, it seems to me, that like a tiny new sprout emerging from the garden of life, something grows toward the light in a way it would not have......
Then, to have someone closed dead, can open to us a new way of feeling?
that is the way it has been for me. although the newness might come through sorrow. yet, somewhere in the midst of the loss, there seems to be a gift left by the one who passed away.
Beautiful......very beautiful.
thank you. a lesson learned through what seemed to be loss....
Even the hardest things can teach...
yes..........
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