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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?
37 comments:
Does your personality need a specific label to know how it is?
if it had a specific label, how would it come to understand that label?
If your personality knew it has a label on, does it matter to understand the label?
It does not take from it what it is, does it?
if my personality had a label, who it be a label given to it by someone else? and if so, is that my personality's label or someone else's? in other words, can i label my personality without using someone else's words?
Can you use a new piece in a broken machine to fix it up and make it to still working of the same way?
yes. but its story will be different.
Though it would not interfere with its functioning
it would still sew as my hands guide the fabric along. and perhaps part of its story would be that even for a sewing machine, change happens.
Is that good...to change, to let things change?
I wonder if monotony is sane.
i am not sure what "sane" is. if it is monotony, then sanity would be repetition?
Would be something without adrenaline..........
adrenaline takes us to a faster speed but when our feet move faster and our heart beats more times per minute, are we free?
Does freedom depends of the speed of our lifes?
Isn't it about enjoy every second we live believing, wondering, acting, discovering....?
freedom in the seconds we live.....
i am not sure where racing takes me. nor if there is freedom in it but if there is, i don't quite know what type of freedom it is.
Could there exist types of freedom?
Is not freedom only one?
there is that......so an infinite number of freedoms?
Well, I would like that.
How one could fin that out?
how does one find out what infinity is? that might take an infinite amount of time to come to understand.
Like when you believe you understood something but then you just realized you didn't get anything at all and you are still believing.
i like that way of relating to infinity. to be comfortable with the mystery of it all.
But how cannot one be comfortable of mistery if that is one of the most invloving things in life......with mistery there is always one opportunity about everything not just about wonering also but discovering and realizing and falling in something and thinking so fast.......oh I already got lost in this sea of words
if you are unafraid to get lost in a sea of words, then mystery will be your walking companion?
and if others run from the mystery, will it always run toward them, laughing?
Does not it depend of the humor mistery has?
ah...quite a question....
is that what makes mystery a mystery......one never knows what it will find amusing?
If it is not that, then what would a mistery be?
Does the cuality of amusing interferes with the answer?
If it is not that, then what would a mistery be?
Does the cuality of amusing interferes with the answer?
does the quality of amusing give us need for an answer?
Oh God! ...quality.
Does any quality give us something different than what it is?
Then we wouldn't need any quality but anything
so a quality could give us something different than it is and it could also interfere with what is.
so a quality could be like a queston?
What thing gives us what it is without giving us something different as a bonus?
If wrold were made of questions, could we ask all of them? And if so, would that be the unknown esence of everything?
i like that. can we do other than give something different, also, when we give that which is who we are?
so the ultimate question is what is the essence of everything? and then, as you have said, it is not only its essence but something different from it, also. interesting.
Are we only one description? We could give different descriptions and being all of them at the same time, couldn't we?
The esence is the fundamental and abstract caracter every single particle is, esence has to be only one from where the rest of things are born.
But I still wonder......does esence has its own esence as well?
so if essence is an abstraction, then can it have any descriptions?
essence (abstraction) born of essence (abstraction)...
If it had not descriptions......how would know that something called "essence" exists?
do we know that something like essence exists?
Oh of course we do, don't we?
Essence is the base of everything; what we do not know is how it is, how it works, how it expresses itself and if it can die and if it did, how?
...........the amazing thing every garbage has...........
i love that......the amazing thing every garbage has.....
how could an essence die? i am not sure that i know there is essence but i might believe there is essence. if essence is what i can't see, there must be quite a bit of essence out there!
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