“The error of youth is to believe that intelligence is a substitute for experience, while the error of age is to believe that the experience is a substitute for intelligence.” –Lyman Bryson (1888 – 1959) U.S. educator
The Tasty Fall
Month: October 2013
The trees know my thoughts, but do you know them too?
Trees read thoughts,
The trees comfort me,
but I appeal to you.
Silence obscures the truth
Freedom is never free; it is always bought with blood.– O.S. Hawkins.
eyes from underfoot
Eyes from underfoot …
I have learned to respect all passersby – to see myself in others. The sense of self in the universe taught me not to throw garbage down the street.
So far everything was fine, but today I was stopped by the drawing under my feet. The fairy’s eyes stared at me from under my feet – I felt paralyzed. I was afraid to even cross.
On the other hand, it was good to check where and how I was moving.
in other words, the artwork greatly expanded my spatial awareness: painting taught me to think in images and left at the bus station..
I reminded the wise Frank Stella’ saying, “I don’t like to say I have given my life to art. I prefer to say art has given me my life”
A Hometown Welcome
The everlasting youth just can’t look old despite the fall outside. The picture proves that – the art convinces us of everything we dream about.
The everlasting youth just can’t look old despite the fall outside. The picture proves that. The fine arts convince us of everything we just dream about. So let’s create with joy.
“More people would learn from their mistakes if they weren’t so busy denying them.” — Harold J. Smith
paper riddle
Do we enjoy what we see or what we think about what we know?
I was used to think the good picture needs no comments.It should talk itself. Yet I was under a delusion. The photo “paper riddle” helped me to grasp that. So let’s look again. What we see are two paper swans on a bookshelf . We may enjoy these paper crafts or not, but our emotions would show nothing if without the following information: these swans were made not by the artists but the patients of the hospital for people with psychiatric disorders. Art therapy didn’t display any destructive colors or the challenging shapes, but the peaceful warmth of paper creations…now the swans look otherwise, isn’t it? So knowledge of the truth made the paper swans a riddle. Do we enjoy what we see or what we think about what we know?
As I wrote earlier art therapy is the school of being together.
Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action. -Benjamin Disraeli
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