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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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If you huff and puff and blow my house down, I will ask you the reasons why have you do that...and I will say: "I did not have a basement" and if your reasons are enough I'll walk away but if they are not, then I'll stay to live in your home
this is beautiful. thank you......
It wouldn't if you had not huffed and puffed and blew my house down.
Again...no, thank you.
so how would it have been if i had knocked on the front door?
Then I would have opened it...letting answers to fly away
a beautiful sight. as well as an image i am enjoying.
May I enjoy it with you?
If I may not, then excuse me for be doing it.
yes. please join me. then the answers will fly higher and dance through the clouds.
Should we follow them or let them to follow us?
Thanks.....
yes.
Yes.....yes.....yes.....ok so.....yes.
laughing delightedly.......
Someone told me once, that laugh is the cure for a broken heart or a destroyed soul; but I wonder.....if they laugh and get cured, why aren't they feel the same but worse?
Do not imagine how I got when I saw that......
is there a cure for a broken heart? what would that be like? what is "cure"? my heart will always feel, including things that are uncomfortable. can't we do that....feel what is uncomfortable....?
and if so, does the heart find another way to beat, the lungs a different way to breathe in and out and so life evolves and takes us on our way?
So, if a heart gets broken, won't it never get well as it was before has gotten broken?
Another way to beat.....I liked that.
I thought one could not find its own way, only suppose which is it
is life a theory?
is a broken heart like a broken sewing machine (like the other post)?
If life were a theory, there would exist several ways to probe its working way and will still be life as great and surprising as before it was a theory?
If a heart were like a sewing machine, could several people make it work as well as if it were not like a sewing machine?
i wonder if it is not human nature to propose theories. life without a theory might be like the freedom you have spoken of.
at the same time, i am interested in what i (might) understand about quantum physics. that light is both a particle and a wave. if i ask a question of it as if it is a wave....then the answer comes from the wave point of view. and the same in regard to the particle. light then is two opposites, a particle and a wave. so then is life opposite theories, and it all depends on which questions we ask as to what we discover?
A great conclusion! And an interesting thought.
I realize what you just to say with ethics, morality, manners, urbanity, common sense.....all of this is about seing how to act about life, and all of this depends of the point of view of each one.
I woul say yes, the answer depends of the point of view of the question.
then to return to the beginning, if you have a basement, will that be your home after i blow your house down and all that remains is an infinity of questions?
If I had a basement, the reflection wouldn't be the same and wouldn't be beautiful as you said.
And if I had one, where else could I live in?
Thus, it would take from the situation the special thing which was said with.
and if you built your basement with your own hands?
And if I most wanted to live in your home, would my basement still being more beautiful than do what I want to do?
well, that is an interesting question.
if you wanted to live in my home, how would you regard your basement in your own home?
What home? ...the one you huffed and puffed and blew down?
Does the basement need me?
What if the thing I most want needs me more than my own basement?
yes, the home i blew down, leaving only the basement.
if you lost your basement, how would you built another home......on what foundation would it rest?
If I lost my basement, I wouldn't build another home.
then where would you live? would the loss of your basement free you up somehow?
That would be my longed excuse to go around the wrold........travel everywhere, my opportunity for falling in love with different places and enjoying the pleasure that I feel for being from world to world.....
so a lost basement would become a boat in which to sail.........?
Mmm........what a beautiful and awsome image.
Yes, it would.
and so what is left over from the huffing and puffing, the gentle breezes, let us say......will fill the sails of your boat as you travel on your way.
Good point, pretty view, but I still don't want to compromise myself with the past.
but does the past turn into the present? and the present into the future? is time that distinct?
It doesn't matter what tenses become into others, the things that happen in each one cannot be destroyed of mind, they just last what they have to last and they are like scars....that's what I ment
actually, i did think that was what you meant. and that caused me to wonder about how time could be indistinct.
Oh! Now I got it, I'm sorry.
So, then I wonder, if past turn into present and present into future, do past and present stop existing?
Does the fact they become into another thing later, makes them to die after doing it?
Do they just pass to be something that used to exist?
.....do past, present and future exist or do they coexist depending one from another?
if we think we are not seeing it, is it then not real? if i forget about the past, is it gone? if so, what happens if a memory is triggered?
if i think about tomorrow and see myself doing something in particular, what happens to the present?
does anything really go away yet is anything really present? by the time our brain notices, is it not already past happening?
There are many things we cannot see and they are still true, and not only feelings.
If memory is already powerful and dangerous and if things get always worse when they get trigged...I wouldn't like to be near of a trigged memory.
I've wondered, a long time ago, what if there is no present, past or future but another dimensions which recive what is supposly gone and give in exchange new events, something like recycling time...
all i can say is....WOW!!!!!!
I wasn't expecting that o.o
it's an entirely new and fascinating subject of thought, seems to me.
like being in a dimension that gives newness.....
now where have i heard that before???
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