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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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yes, and you're just dying to get there
and so what am i growing higher and higher toward the sky in order to see?
your demise
so no matter where i look, i am looking for my demise?
are my roots in touch with the ground of my being? and if so, what effect does the rain have?
raindrops are the same as clock ticks
if a flood washes away, then what effect does the clock have? if there is a drought, how does that relate to the clock's tick?
in time, a drought is the same as a flood
they both amount to nothing
and they are everything
depending on
your
perspective
my face looks at your face
we see how time falls, flies
strangers lost in dreaming
never dreaming eyes to cry
lovers lust and passion
blue swept walls seep dust and sweat
ten steel fisted givers taking
takers seeking yet
written words just flying birds
pens form sentence sins
guns of ink kill thoughts, I think
drown in the ink filled river sink
the pen I curse but what is worse
they never reappear
thoughts so pure yet i am sure
they never reappear
lonely cries of silence
silence screams of prophet's gold
faded passion rusted beauty
withered growing old
in the end, around the bend
the plot gets ever thicker
tortoise pace or jackal's race
the clock is always quicker
is the clock's tick also a flying bird?
yes, and its name is sin
sin meaning what?
missing the mark
death
you know, the apple thing, the snake and all that,
everything that isn't in the tree of life
death is sin?
what is in the tree of life?
i mean how would i recognize what is not sin?
be here now
so sin is not being here now?
no
being here now is the bird of death
AND
the rosebud
it's all here, right now
and it's all perfect
it's you
AND
it's me.
ALL of it!
so the rosebud is the bird of death and the bird of life?
yes, just like the bird of death
is the rosebud in the morning sun,
sparkling with dew,
vibrant,
wanting to open
to love.......
and death
and life.......
if we think of death as unknowable, does that mean we think life is knowable?
life is knowable as if we are in a dream
death is the dream that we die into
heck.....I was dead 53 years ago....and I don't remember it being so bad...but then...
forgetting is easy....
the hard part is remembering
remembering that we have forgotten?
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