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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?
20 comments:
That seems the Canada's leaf symbol.
Podrías estar más loca que quién sabe quién, but I like it.
i do love canada so if its symbol were growing out of my head, i would be honored. and i do know a little spanish so you comment made me laugh.
i am wondering that if i had a tree growing out of my head, would i be more aware of the seasons and relate to them differently?
If a tree could grow out of your head, would it has the same reactions about seasons than a growing on earth tree has?
To underestimate you has made me to comment something I thought you probably wouldn't understand; that made you laugh and made me blush.
But imprudence is my job...and I laught about your comment back by the way.
is there not an art to imprudence? especially the kind that inspires laughter?
You are the artist, you tell me...
i would say yes.....
So thanks...over again
would it be imprudent to plant a flower garden on one's head?
I think it depends of how you do that
if you were to do it, how would it be?
I would greet first, then I would extend personified seeds in your head, so they could get accommodated and wonder about to grow out or not.
If they did, then there were going to be something mine on you.
If they did not, then I would feel what the seeds felt when I wanted to use them.
If they wanted to grow out of your head but do not do it, then I would whisper to them the steps they will have to follow to get at least, your confidence.
If they did not want to do that, then I would agree in set them free.
and if you planted them in your own head?
I wouldn't like to have a tree growing out of my head
well, then, there you have it.
it is quite hot here, so i might like the shade.
Ah rayos!.......I really love shades
if you plant a tree on your head, please let me know....
Excuse me but, let you know how I would do it?
i liked your earlier words and images about planting seeds. so i wondered if you planted them in your own head/being if you would do it the same way and if so, i was curious about what would happen.
I would not, of course, do it of the same way.
First, I would wonder what kind of seeds I'll plant on my head; then I would choose the abtract ones, those who know everything on nothing, so I would plant seeds of wisdom on my head.
If they decided to grow out of my head, I would feel weird but special becuase of the wisdom that will cover my head.
If they decided to do not grow out of my head, I won't have anything to say to them...they are, after all, made of wisdom, aren't they?
But my main question is, if they are really seeds of wisdom, would they decide to grow out of my head?
perhaps if the seeds were those of wisdom, they would be able to regard you as an appropriate place to put down roots since you would allow them to be abstractions rather than linear representations of what they could be not.
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