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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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the grass does not ask to be blown by the wind
the wind does not intend to bring change
the view remains the same
if the grass receives without asking
the wind creates without intending
what is the view in all its sameness?
warm honey toast
in the hand,
then the mouth
of a
loving child
who does not ask
and does not care
where it came from
but they love you
just the same
if i climb to the top of a mountain range and look at a snowflake on my glove, is that the view?
is the memory of having seen the child take the warm toast the view, too?
to reach the top of the mountain range, must i be a climber?
no, you need only fall back into your own being,where all the snowflake memories gather for tea
then what is the top of the mountain range?
the dark side of the moon
that illusion thing......the dark side of the moon which i am not......as you were saying. i guess i will sit at the base of the mountain and have a picnic of warm toast and count the spots floating before my eyes.
I'll bring the honey..oh duh
you haven't invited me.
There I go putting my foot in my mouth again.
i though you might already be here but then, it is hard to see with all these spots in front of my eyes.
Oh...there you are.....I see you...you were right here all along.....darn spots
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