tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3841684678223214738.post6985371050916017547..comments2024-02-19T00:39:22.870-08:00Comments on zoe in wonderland: The Nature of the Absurd: the End of the World and its Beginningzoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526746200112764467noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3841684678223214738.post-41791395140957343132016-09-24T00:12:14.559-07:002016-09-24T00:12:14.559-07:00Did you know you can create short links with Short...Did you know you can create short links with <b><a href="http://shortener.syntaxlinks.com/r/Shortest" rel="nofollow">Shortest</a></b> and <b>make $$$$$$ for every click on</b> your short links.Bloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07287821785570247118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3841684678223214738.post-50107004146411930242010-02-04T20:21:38.070-08:002010-02-04T20:21:38.070-08:00Hello Zoe,
I was wondering through the Internet an...Hello Zoe,<br />I was wondering through the Internet and Ifound your blog.I would like to feature your art on our online magazine. Please let me know if this may interest you.We are constantly spotlighting new artists and talents. Please let me know if you would like ot be the next featured artist. Our Magazine is called Om-Times, and I can send you all the details, Please contact me if interested, My e-mail is contact@humanityhealing.net, and my name is Liane,I am the Editor at large, Namaste.<br />:-)Humanity Healing Networkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08980740059129338982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3841684678223214738.post-61455606904499037172009-10-26T22:00:53.982-07:002009-10-26T22:00:53.982-07:00Truly great post, zoe!
I love the Michael Cheval&...Truly great post, zoe!<br /><br />I love the Michael Cheval's paintings along with your lovely explanations and views. <br /><br />As for Haruki's Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, I would say that the novel or fantasy science-fiction is too elaborate and experimental, however, I found it pretty thrilling. If the human psyche herself told her story, it would be something like dreamscapes......☆sapphirehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13444996989089740303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3841684678223214738.post-58971526979799374682009-10-26T13:32:44.754-07:002009-10-26T13:32:44.754-07:00renee, those are really kind words, and they mean ...renee, those are really kind words, and they mean a lot to me..i'm so glad you enjoyed it!<br /><br />clive, thank you for sharing that...i agree that the artistic process is a powerful tool to create order out of chaos and beauty to overwhelm suffering. i am excited by the ability of that process to pull things together which before had seemed too disparate--to make a better order than the one we've got. :)zoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16526746200112764467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3841684678223214738.post-11269401203454412112009-10-25T02:54:27.490-07:002009-10-25T02:54:27.490-07:00Great to see you flexing your intellectual muscle ...Great to see you flexing your intellectual muscle with this post Zoe. It's an illuminating canter through the worlds of perception and creativity. Well done. Much to think about. <br /><br />One of the things that strikes me about this obsessive/compulsive disorder (?) that pulls me and millions of other artists with an irresistible force to the easel every day, is the desire to order a chaotic world into something that makes sense. I have an example. <br /><br />The lead up to my father's death was distressing both for him and for those who loved him. His unexpected decline was so fast that it was hard to make sense of what was happening. He was eighty-six, but he'd enjoyed good health throughout his life and the turn for the worse took him and everyone else by surprise. (There had been signs, but he'd ignored and possibly concealed them.) <br /><br />I took my notebook and pencils to the hospice, intending to draw him while he was deep in his coma. But I couldn't. The notebook lay untouched in my lap. I couldn't drag my eyes from him for as long as it would take to make even a fast drawing. I held his hand, moistened his tongue with swabs and I watched. Waited. There were terrible moments when he came round and thrashed about like a drowning man, until the intravenous drugs could be adjusted so that he could subside once again into oblivion. When he died it was both a horror and a relief. <br /><br />After the funeral was over and life had resumed its usual pace, I began drawing. Huge, turbulent and obsessive drawings in which the chaotic threads of the experience were transformed, processed through the filter of creativity. Each day relief grew more palpable in my chest. The tensions untangled. I stopped feeling sick. I don't know where I would have put all the grief and helplessness in the face of Trevor's death had it not been for being able to empty myself and all my doubts, dreads and disappointments into the work. People who don't paint or draw must have other means to deal with loss. But for me it all happens at the easel. A couple of the drawings done after my father's death were included in the first post you did about my work. One, 'Tend', shows him sitting in his pyjama's as I shave him, with death in the form of the Mari Lwyd approaching from right of frame. <br /><br />Lovely, thought-provoking post my friend. Congratulations.Clive Hicks-Jenkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00573698513351018726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3841684678223214738.post-46798579515648643762009-10-24T15:33:40.240-07:002009-10-24T15:33:40.240-07:00Wow. Now that was worth waiting for.
You are an ...Wow. Now that was worth waiting for.<br /><br />You are an amazing writer and a great thinker.<br /><br />I love this post and it was a real pleasure to read it. <br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br />Love Renee xoxoReneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11785932958464359112noreply@blogger.com