Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.~Sagan
Above picture is from the inside of my Treasure Box.
I hope you enjoy.
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After long experience in keeping journals and annotating my readings, etc., I grew more keenly aware of my own shifts in perspectives and criteria from time to time or circumstance to circumstance or relation to relation. Most mentalities are merely viscous, pathetically modulating from one tincture to another; I was determined to learn how to follow those little trails of snailslime in my own and others thinking. Human psyche at most levels is definitely a sea-creature, a metamorphic or Protean sort of being; but there is a visceral core that remains constant. How I learned to overcome idiotism or simpleminded perspectivism was by returning to what I had written over and over from several different viewpoints and strategies, assaulting what I took for granted from priorities and perspectives I had not originally thought of. One rises in that way from monocular or naive opinion to a kind of philosophical compound-eye like Argus had in mythology. One enables oneself already to anticipate criticisms, to defend or adapt against them or if need be go over to their vantagepoint. Most opinionizing is houses built upon the sand; philosophical intelligence is geological intelligence about the bedrock in every region.
Kenneth Smith
Kenneth Smith
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"Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core."
Rumi
Rumi
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Good Day to you.
It's been a rough week, sick children, sick Momma, no artwork.
I may be going crazy...I'm not sure yet.
No...wait...nevermind...I'm still not sure.
I have been thinking, maybe too much thinking, I am having trouble sleeping because my brain will not stop.
I know today I will get to return to the easel for a time, and I can't wait for all my people to go to school and work and let me breathe, let me stop thinking, let me work. I love them all, I just find it really hard to take time away from them to work in studio. Today is a studio day...and coaching clients.
Thank the good Lord I can do both at the same time.
I am still OCD about apples. I've been drawing them, dreaming them and seeing them everywhere. I know that this is about my own inner investigations. I know I am symbolically trying to tell myself something. I am sure I'll get it here soon. I do know it must have something to do with knowledge, with magic seeds, with soft sweet flesh, with slick shiny skins, with being bitten and chewed, with sweetness and tartness, with cores being in the center.
I am apple.
Happy Hump day to you all.
Heather
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