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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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18 comments:
the cat will die
so is it preferable to own a dog and not know about the cat?
only if the dog
whispers
truth
to you
in the night
so
the cat
can
cat
can't
cat
cat
can
will i hear the dog even when i dream i am the cat?
if the dog is whispering the truth to me in the night, and i am dreaming i am the cat, will i hear the dog?
woof woof
do you hear that?
who knew the truth could be contained in one simple "woof"....or two, depending.
you must have dog's ears....do you have cat's eyes?
i'm not sure i am ready to commit to having dog's ears. maybe good hearing.....
eyes of the tiger. see self portrait.
I only see one tiger eye
do you also love?
i'm not sure it is possible to live without loving.
i'm not sure either...that's a pretty deep thought...
What does it mean to love?
well?
is it that thing you spoke of earlier.....that language that you only can speak? but yet, we connect to others through that unspoken, indescribableness?
i mean, is love a language shared by the people involved yet which actually cannot be spoken of in all of its fullness to anyone, including the one who is loved?
a paradox perhaps?
and a beautiful one to boot...
makes me glad to be alive
yes. at home. with warm honey toast. and only a few spots in front of the eyes.
ahh!
yes
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