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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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17 comments:
I would rather believe that feathers are indeed heavier ....but why must i believe that ...is it just because i am ready for takeoff and i dun want to believe otherwise ??Or because you know that basically the power inside you will be greater than the materials that make you....thus knowing this you know you can take off regardless what is that, that make you... and you are ready to believe in that .......basically i dun know why airplanes could fly nor how birds fly ....but is just some thots i have in me :)
I don't know what you'd think, but I would hope it would be whatever would get you up in the air.
Myself I like: "Flying is just throwing yourself at the ground...and missing."
Lazarus Lupin http://strangespanner.blogspot.com/
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ll, there is an art to missing, isn't there? and the journeys we would miss if we had not "missed".
i was reading a book (molly fox's birthday by deirdre madden), a gift for the birthday event or maybe for the year ahead, actually. in it, i encountered a sentence that reminded me of our small conversation about trust. in the previous blog. and i got up out of my chair with the intent to write about it to you. and there was your comment on today's question....
here it is: "...trust in the imagination which is so difficult to sustain throught the course of one's whole life."
so, lazarus lupin, what do you think of that?
back to this blog, i wonder about the conversation a bird and an airplane might have, flying in the sky as they do....
s.a.,
interesting....when i am ready for take off, i will choose the belief that will enable me to do so......
When birds are ready to fly, do they wish they were on an airplane?
now, there's a question.....
i wonder if a bird would know what an airplane was. if it didn't look like a bird, would a bird think the plane was actually flying?
but if a bird were to fly on a plane, would it know how to buy a ticket?
some thoughts:
Willy Wonka: "Never doubt what you can never be sure of."
Obi: "Use the force."
To your own quote it seems to bundle well. We need faith for things that are so slight yet so needed as the imagination. If we can sustain the relationship we can be truly rewarded. It's a difficult road though. I would suggest looking at Emperor Norton (historical figure in San Francisco)
To the birds. If a Bird is flying IN a plane would it have to buy a ticket or could it claim the plane is in its way?
Lazarus Lupin
http://strangespanner.blogspot.com/
l.l., i had not heard of emperor norton and so have read a little about him. thank you for introducing him to me, to the blog.
by the way, i did note that e. norton is reputed to have had a dog named, "lazarus".
so what is imagination? is it that which gives life to what we "can never be sure of"?
what is "visionary", "eccentric", "mentally ill"?
if i were a bird, would i understand being enclosed in a machine in order to ride the thermals? when i fly in an airplane, do i remember that i fly on my own, effortlessly, in dreams? and yes, could a bird find a way to fly on an airplane, in its seat complete with a bag of peanuts, without buying a ticket?
i imagine there are more questions within these, readying themselves for takeoff.....
check your mental luggage in the over head bin
there will be peanuts but no popcorn
a show and no tell
imagination is our attempts to confound reality. To throw us to the ground and miss.
It's a beautiful thinking(:
http://cloudsandbirds.blogspot.com/
so, l.l., to go by your previous comments....to image is to fly.....
over my head, out of sight.....out of mind....
anne I used to dream of flying and sometimes the dream was so real that when I could run (long ago) i would imagine my stride getting longer and longer and i lighter and lighter.
yes, l.l., that is how running felt to me as well. now, i am enjoying the feel of the stroll.......and the art of the pause to look at life close-up....the line of a tree branch, the texture of a flower petal and the ever changing shape of a cloud.
You would believe in your own strength but wonder when you would become as strong as the feathered friends.
r, i like your point about how it is that what might seem fragile can be quite strong.......
In any case I'd be chained to the sky.
r, when i land, then am i chained to the ground?
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