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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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Just think of yourself as an ant on a big round anthill, doing your ant thing. One day the exterminator comes and you die. The other ants bury you or burn you up, and the same day, another ant, or maybe two ants are born.
out out brief candle
Life's but a walking shadow...
a poor player who struts and frets
his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
if by being different i am similar, then when i am aware of my similarity, am i in a moment of differentness?
or when i am being similar or different, is there no difference.....?
if your perspective is far enough away, absolutely none. The closer you get, the more important and unique you become. You can get so close that you become everything....which in a way....is nothing.
so close and yet so far......or is it, so far, and yet so close? if nothing is what is there, then there is no need to squint......
be here now
be nothing
here everywhere and nowhere
now. the clock's tick. yet, i wonder,
am i the clock's tick?
and if i am, who are you?
what....are you?
the nothing and the everything
the sinful bird of death
and
the rosebud opening in the morning sun
the worker ant
the exterminator
the crying child
the child's whisper in your ear
the bumpy road
the cool drink of water
the burning fire
the unknown
if i beheld the rosebud in the morning light, would i recognize you or see myself instead?
hopefully both
ahh....the rosebud as a mirror....and if i recognize you do i see my own self more clearly?
only if you see the bird of death at the same time
what about the bird of life?
the bird of life is the rosebud
and the thorns?
see how the bramble and the rose
intertwine
love grows like the bramble and the rose
round each other we will twine
(Barbara Keith)
it's all love
just be love
Life is the school, love is the lesson
love intertwines with the bird of life and the bird of death.......
yes
then is it about the intertwining?
yes
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