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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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7 comments:
I would start to fly. =)
http://mycupppaaacofffeee.blogspot.com/
r, how would you know that you could fly?
How would i skinned my knees ....when the clouds would not have roughness in them ....btw what make you stumbled ?? The crowded clouds in the sky ...make the passage way ...difficult to walk thorough ??
good question, s.a., what caused me to stumble and fall?
was i not looking where i was going?
when we fall, we often skin our knees.........if we fall into unexplored territory, what things still hold true?
s.a., i lost your comment and then cut and pasted it but then it looked like i wrote it......gosh! so i deleted what i had done and have now started over.
here is latest second attempt to publish your comment. sorry it is under my name,
this is from sally ang:
What things still hold true?? ...hmmm...good question...maybe what is it that make you in pain...as in skin your knees ...perhaps the thing that cause pain ...will held it's truth .....Are you chasing after the sun...thus you stumble and fall...but perhaps when you are focus you won't fall ...unless something distract you from your goal :)
so pain can lead us to understanding, to clarity.......
if i were chasing after the sun, the only way to catch it would be to fall up into the sky. normally, i would think that would be impossible. but what happens when we stumble and fall? doesn't everything change? we are disoriented by the fall itself. time slows. it is as if the unthinkable has happened.
if i fall, my world is upside down....
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