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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 climb onto the right roof at the correct time, you would see what you have to see in the roof you have to be at the time you have to climb onto it
which might or might not be someone knocking at the front door.......
Does the life's law has ever had any sense before?
only when i tell myself i have the answer. only to discover later on that it doesn't make sense.
Then that someone might or might not be there knocking the front door because is looking for answers he cannot give to himself but the something behind the door...it's still life's law
can life's law be contained in a sentence?
Can a non-sense event be written?
can it be sung?
Can it be felt?
what can it be?
What cannot it be?
it cannot be a bird in a cage.
Freedom is wun, it is not for free
is anything free or must everything be won?
Anything is free and you must win everything, even when it's supposed that it wasn't made to be this way
what is losing?
Your breathing.....
how is that?
As the same way you die first than your beatings stop before.
this is an image i feel that i understand in a way that does not involve words....
What beautiful is to live the life.......would be death as beautiful as life is or just another vague experience?
perhaps an unanswerable question.
i wonder if life sometimes feels vague, though, too?
Even when we live life every day and we have the opprotunity to feel how it is....life is still a pretty mistery which envolves us in a different context everytime it can makes us to doubt about almost everything.
doubt everything......so does the emperor really have no clothes on?
(do you know that children's story?)
I am afraid that I do not know the story, could you help me, please?
seems to me that some stories follow us in our lives. one such story for me is "the emperor has no clothes". the story is about a king who for some reason believed he was wearing clothes when he was not. so he walked around his kingdom that way and all his subjects related to him as if he were clothed. a child finally pointed out to the emperor that he was not in actually wearing clothes. the child took the risk to speak of what he saw and then it finally became acknowledged. i have not read the story in a long time but that is the main point of it, as best i remember.
Jajajajaja...............I had to write it. After read the story and watched your question, I just had to laugh out loud.....I'm still doing it.
Poor emperor....but I supose, we should have in mind the way of thinking of childs, they are so gone of this world that they just left us some times like without words, their occurrences are almost all the time.....indescribables; maybe, for the child, the emperor did not have colthes on but for the rest of his kingdom he did.
that is an alternate story and an interesting one to consider. in the original one, once the child said what everyone else was reluctant to say, then it was acknowledged that the emperor had been misinformed.....and he resumed wearing actual clothes.
but then to see as a child....that could be one of the indescribables in life.
is it possible to see that way even as an adult?
An adult who still has eyes of child, maybe?
People say that when you grow up you lose some cualities, one of them is which allows us to see every single event with different eyes.
From somewhere to nowhere again, I guess
and perhaps within us, still....the memory of what it is like to see with the eyes of a child.
so, i am wondering, is freedom wings with which to fly into childhood, although all our adult eyes are looking in other directions?
Does that depend of what we see or the way we see it?
Anyway.....do not adults have different perspectives about life than a child?
Do you consider you as an adult?
sometimes, i feel like an adult although i am not sure i know what that is.
how many eyes do children see with?
How many parts of the body does not a child has different than adults? Parts which they feel, think, smell, breath an etc do different
so it is not the part, like the eyes, but the view seen from the eyes?
I would say better, the way they realize that view
so can a child's view be seen from adult eyes? and if so, what is a child's view?
as in the emperor has no clothes story, do adults not always claim what they see.....instead what they believe they are supposed to see?
Adults have almost always thought they know everything or the mojority of what that is; they have believed they are the only ones who can handdle several situations but not childs; Adults have always marked a line separating what they do not deserve to separate and they see what they want to see without caring the right or wrong way. So I do not think there could be a specific way of seing of childs, I think better they have their own way to interprete what they see which does not mean they have to understan or understand right.
I would say a child will never see as an adult, they are purer and purer has to be tasted carefully. Childs are special, are differents, they are just that.....childs, innocent creatures.
oh, to see with the wisdom of a child who has not yet started unlearning......
how is it that we think innocence is not wisdom?
i like that..."purer has to be tasted carefully". beautiful!
Believe me, I do wonder the same.........
so here is a new version of the question......
if i climb onto the roof, would i see myself knocking at the front door?
I'm not sure how it is said but, if you "unfold" yourselfe, maybe that perspective could be awsome....
I just imagined what we commented in the other post about "how many of you could exist", well, this you on the roof could be one of them and the other one you who is knocking on the front door could be another one............can that be possible?
would that not be something.......that i see me as unfolding and you as unfolding and then there is nothing static to get caught on.......
don't some of the quantum physicists talk about parallel universes? i wonder what it would be like to be in the image of sitting on the roof while knocking on the door. at least, i would not feel so finite in each moment. i mean, would not life become more fluid if i knew that within me there was someone knocking on the door while i sat on the roof.
what an unexpected conversation.....
As everything.....it's a game of mind and as everything, it has to have a conection with something and if we mention quantum physics we gotta have in mind there are another two theories that help the first one to be thought as possible. But if we go dipper, quantum physics says that parallel universes are independents even with the conection they have with what we called "reality"......I wonder, if they are independets, how is they have similar aspects and things as our reality?
Parallel universes....I love that definition, it's so.......tiring.
Unexpected?, well yeah.
You know what? I just realized I like to talk to you even when you drive me to nowhere or make me to be without words....corious
yes. that's it. you drive me to nowhere and there are no words. i value that.
a game of the mind. maybe that is what this experience of life is, in many ways. and it is interesting parallel but separate.
but.......hey........if i am sitting on my roof, would i see me knocking on the door in another universe....?
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