Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > Indeed, fascinating and intriguing, including their drapery. Simply masterpieces. Picasso was right. Thanks, Anna Werner Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " Werner Woehr " <wwoehr wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > > > > > > > Indeed, fascinating and intriguing, including their drapery. Simply masterpieces. Picasso was right. > > Thanks, Anna > > Werner > Hi Werner, It's been a while since I wept in front of a canvas. This morning the tears were freely flowing. And isn't that what we're all really looking for? To touch, see, feel and hear beauty, to taste it with all our senses? Love and Light, Anna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 FLOCK 'EM?"...b.b.b.bird is the word..." remember, Anna?>> Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy!> > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > >WOW. No runway in Paris can beat the natural fashion of the Omo people. Thanks for sharing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " Werner Woehr " <wwoehr@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Indeed, fascinating and intriguing, including their drapery. Simply masterpieces. Picasso was right. > > > > Thanks, Anna > > > > Werner > > > > Hi Werner, > > > It's been a while since I wept in front of a canvas. This morning the tears were freely flowing. > > And isn't that what we're all really looking for? > > To touch, see, feel and hear beauty, to taste it with all our senses? > > > > Love and Light, > > Anna > >Anna you seem to have such a pure heart. Amen to the above! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > Thank you, Anabebe57! I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. Edg Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " duveyoung " <edg wrote: > > " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > > Thank you, Anabebe57! > > I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? > > What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. > > The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. > > The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. > > Edg > >Great insight Edg. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Waiting to see what the creative destruction has to say about all this... But I freeze framed each shot and shared your meditations before I let you post them, below. You forgot to mention that Madison Ave ain't no better and no worse, neither, too. It's already always here, in the Now, know. The other thing you forgot is that you can feel how much time the pairs and triads spent in the trance states they put us, too, in, by themselves, in unimaginable/imaginable intimacy alone together. Thus their art is a measure of the treasure of the trance pleasure that we Now share. Insured, assured, sure, for Now. > Thank you, Anabebe57! > > I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? > > What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. > > The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. > > The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. > > Edg > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " Werner Woehr " <wwoehr@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Indeed, fascinating and intriguing, including their drapery. Simply masterpieces. Picasso was right. > > > > Thanks, Anna > > > > Werner > > > > Hi Werner, > > > It's been a while since I wept in front of a canvas. This morning the tears were freely flowing. > > And isn't that what we're all really looking for? > > To touch, see, feel and hear beauty, to taste it with all our senses ? > In some way we all are trying to regain the lost paradise, Anna. Sometimes we feel its calling and knocking at our heart and we will shed tears. Werner > > > > > Love and Light, > > Anna > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " duveyoung " <edg wrote: > > " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > > Thank you, Anabebe57! > > I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? > > What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. > > The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. > > The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. > > Edg > sometimes... I just want the world to stop... the *real world* is always present and accountable. It's the news, it's the neighbors, it's the pressing circumstances of everyday life. these tender moments, just seeing these faces, even if *staged* and captured... were *enough* for me... made my mind stop. made my heart open. ~A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 > sometimes... I just want the world to stop... > > the *real world* is always present and accountable. It's the news, it's the neighbors, it's the pressing circumstances of everyday life.> > these tender moments, just seeing these faces, even if *staged* and captured... were *enough* for me... > > made my mind stop. > > made my heart open.> > ~AAh, yes! & & ...then there are the times when I just stop my own mind and make my own heart open.Sky Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Sky, Yeah, at the ritam level, all of us are dressing ourselves in twigs and flowers and colored mud. Even Indra's finery is not more creative -- " the true Artist " is " doing " everyone's life, and so, yes, Madison Avenue's minds, too, are those of innocents in creation's wilderness. The advertising executive with a new idea can be seen as a kid who's proud about a flower stuck in a mat of hair. But with these Omo photographs before us, the strut and pomp of corporatedly contrived beauty comes off as does, say, the " packaged glamor " of JonBenét Ramsey's costuming and make-up. Her sweet face could not be improved by that lily-gilding, but these jungle kids actually DO integrate art with innocence -- their natural charm is enhanced -- their beauty is not masked by the layers of paint, not skewed, not tainted by agenda. They paint themselves to merge into their environment like chameleons. It's sacred without any need for an outer stamp of holiness by some approving imprimatur. Edg Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > > Waiting to see what the creative destruction has to say about all this... > > But I freeze framed each shot and shared your meditations before I let you post them, below. You forgot to mention that Madison Ave ain't no better and no worse, neither, too. It's already always here, in the Now, know. > > The other thing you forgot is that you can feel how much time the pairs and triads spent in the trance states they put us, too, in, by themselves, in unimaginable/imaginable intimacy alone together. Thus their art is a measure of the treasure of the trance pleasure that we Now share. Insured, assured, sure, for Now. > > > > > > Thank you, Anabebe57! > > > > I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? > > > > What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. > > > > The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. > > > > The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. > > > > Edg > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > > FLOCK 'EM? > > " ...b.b.b.bird is the word... " remember, Anna? and you can't get me out of your.. er..i'd say mind but no.. out of that pulsating puss located near the top.. of that pudgy animated structure you call ~sky. hahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa! good mornin' pancho! how's pickins'? any free stuff this a.m.? LOL! ..b b.b. > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " duveyoung " <edg wrote: > > " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > > Thank you, Anabebe57! > > I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? > > What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. > > The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. > > The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. > > Edg ROFLMAO! you're trying to have yourself looked at more than the Omo. you are. and you're funny momo! LOL! ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 always lookin' for free stuff to see..hear..eat..eh desgraciado? LOL! ..b b.b. Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > > Waiting to see what the creative destruction has to say about all this... > > But I freeze framed each shot and shared your meditations before I let you post them, below. You forgot to mention that Madison Ave ain't no better and no worse, neither, too. It's already always here, in the Now, know. > > The other thing you forgot is that you can feel how much time the pairs and triads spent in the trance states they put us, too, in, by themselves, in unimaginable/imaginable intimacy alone together. Thus their art is a measure of the treasure of the trance pleasure that we Now share. Insured, assured, sure, for Now. > > > > > > Thank you, Anabebe57! > > > > I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? > > > > What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. > > > > The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. > > > > The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. > > > > Edg > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Edg,Is it possible, I ask you, Edg, my fine feathered fellow, for you to fly with me, yonder, up above, where we both see that you have just sketched a very fine nest for us, below? And that those other nests that I am sketching, are also pleasant, in their own way. We can nestle in them all, as the weather suggests. See the one where the Omo are saying exactly the same thing as you are about themselves vs Madison Ave, except, with their own touch of self congratulatory self-deprecation? Yes, that so endearing self/other deprecation that makes us so fleetingly elite amongst the elite in our bitter/sweet musings?Care to nestle there a bit for the nonce?Or am I flying too high/low for you/me?Miles and Miles of High Flighing SmilesSky Sky, Yeah, at the ritam level, all of us are dressing ourselves in twigs and flowers and colored mud. Even Indra's finery is not more creative -- "the true Artist" is "doing" everyone's life, and so, yes, Madison Avenue's minds, too, are those of innocents in creation's wilderness. The advertising executive with a new idea can be seen as a kid who's proud about a flower stuck in a mat of hair. But with these Omo photographs before us, the strut and pomp of corporatedly contrived beauty comes off as does, say, the "packaged glamor" of JonBenét Ramsey's costuming and make-up. Her sweet face could not be improved by that lily-gilding, but these jungle kids actually DO integrate art with innocence -- their natural charm is enhanced -- their beauty is not masked by the layers of paint, not skewed, not tainted by agenda. They paint themselves to merge into their environment like chameleons. It's sacred without any need for an outer stamp of holiness by some approving imprimatur. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > > sometimes... I just want the world to stop... > > > > the *real world* is always present and accountable. It's the news, > it's the neighbors, it's the pressing circumstances of everyday life. > > > > these tender moments, just seeing these faces, even if *staged* and > captured... were *enough* for me... > > > > made my mind stop. > > > > made my heart open. > > > > ~A > > > Ah, yes! > > > & > > > & > > > ...then there are the times when I just stop my own mind and make my own > heart open. > > > Sky afteryour jig on the begging streets.. and the hurdy-gurdy man above you says: ok monkey.. feel good and rest now.. there's coins in the can! LOL! ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Egdy sky.. you are a fool in love.. with your smarmy ass self. ROFLMAO! Nisargadatta , " duveyoung " <edg wrote: > > Sky, > > Yeah, at the ritam level, all of us are dressing ourselves in twigs and flowers and colored mud. > > Even Indra's finery is not more creative -- " the true Artist " is " doing " everyone's life, and so, yes, Madison Avenue's minds, too, are those of innocents in creation's wilderness. > > The advertising executive with a new idea can be seen as a kid who's proud about a flower stuck in a mat of hair. > > But with these Omo photographs before us, the strut and pomp of corporatedly contrived beauty comes off as does, say, the " packaged glamor " of JonBenét Ramsey's costuming and make-up. Her sweet face could not be improved by that lily-gilding, but these jungle kids actually DO integrate art with innocence -- their natural charm is enhanced -- their beauty is not masked by the layers of paint, not skewed, not tainted by agenda. They paint themselves to merge into their environment like chameleons. It's sacred without any need for an outer stamp of holiness by some approving imprimatur. > > Edg > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Waiting to see what the creative destruction has to say about all this... > > > > But I freeze framed each shot and shared your meditations before I let you post them, below. You forgot to mention that Madison Ave ain't no better and no worse, neither, too. It's already always here, in the Now, know. > > > > The other thing you forgot is that you can feel how much time the pairs and triads spent in the trance states they put us, too, in, by themselves, in unimaginable/imaginable intimacy alone together. Thus their art is a measure of the treasure of the trance pleasure that we Now share. Insured, assured, sure, for Now. > > > > > > > > > > > Thank you, Anabebe57! > > > > > > I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? > > > > > > What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. > > > > > > The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. > > > > > > The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. > > > > > > Edg > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Ah the Homo People! ROFLMAO! ..b b.b. Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Edg, > > Is it possible, I ask you, Edg, my fine feathered fellow, for you to fly > with me, yonder, up above, where we both see that you have just sketched > a very fine nest for us, below? And that those other nests that I am > sketching, are also pleasant, in their own way. We can nestle in them > all, as the weather suggests. See the one where the Omo are saying > exactly the same thing as you are about themselves vs Madison Ave, > except, with their own touch of self congratulatory self-deprecation? > Yes, that so endearing self/other deprecation that makes us so > fleetingly elite amongst the elite in our bitter/sweet musings? > > Care to nestle there a bit for the nonce? > > Or am I flying too high/low for you/me? > > Miles and Miles of High Flighing Smiles > > Sky > > > > > > Sky, > > Yeah, at the ritam level, all of us are dressing ourselves in twigs and > flowers > and colored mud. > > Even Indra's finery is not more creative -- " the true Artist " is " doing " > everyone's life, and so, yes, Madison Avenue's minds, too, are those of > innocents in creation's wilderness. > > The advertising executive with a new idea can be seen as a kid who's > proud about > a flower stuck in a mat of hair. > > But with these Omo photographs before us, the strut and pomp of > corporatedly > contrived beauty comes off as does, say, the " packaged glamor " of > JonBenét > Ramsey's costuming and make-up. Her sweet face could not be improved by > that > lily-gilding, but these jungle kids actually DO integrate art with > innocence -- > their natural charm is enhanced -- their beauty is not masked by the > layers of > paint, not skewed, not tainted by agenda. They paint themselves to merge > into > their environment like chameleons. It's sacred without any need for an > outer > stamp of holiness by some approving imprimatur. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Thank you edg for every word you have written. I absolutely abhor the world that JonBenét's parents created for her. My daughter loved to play dress up and put on plays for her family & friends... And if a child has talent... the world will know it like this: Akaine: http://www.artakiane.com/press.htm http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IN5afcbOktU & feature=fvw or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfCqpzQSyuQ & feature=related Nisargadatta , " duveyoung " <edg wrote: > > Sky, > > Yeah, at the ritam level, all of us are dressing ourselves in twigs and flowers and colored mud. > > Even Indra's finery is not more creative -- " the true Artist " is " doing " everyone's life, and so, yes, Madison Avenue's minds, too, are those of innocents in creation's wilderness. > > The advertising executive with a new idea can be seen as a kid who's proud about a flower stuck in a mat of hair. > > But with these Omo photographs before us, the strut and pomp of corporatedly contrived beauty comes off as does, say, the " packaged glamor " of JonBenét Ramsey's costuming and make-up. Her sweet face could not be improved by that lily-gilding, but these jungle kids actually DO integrate art with innocence -- their natural charm is enhanced -- their beauty is not masked by the layers of paint, not skewed, not tainted by agenda. They paint themselves to merge into their environment like chameleons. It's sacred without any need for an outer stamp of holiness by some approving imprimatur. > > Edg > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Waiting to see what the creative destruction has to say about all this... > > > > But I freeze framed each shot and shared your meditations before I let you post them, below. You forgot to mention that Madison Ave ain't no better and no worse, neither, too. It's already always here, in the Now, know. > > > > The other thing you forgot is that you can feel how much time the pairs and triads spent in the trance states they put us, too, in, by themselves, in unimaginable/imaginable intimacy alone together. Thus their art is a measure of the treasure of the trance pleasure that we Now share. Insured, assured, sure, for Now. > > > > > > > > > > > Thank you, Anabebe57! > > > > > > I was blown away by the utter creativity of unfettered minds. The freedom of composition bespeaks of a purity that is suffocatingly rare in " civilized life. " When I see the variances from artists such as these and then compare that to the creativity of Hollywood or the colonic runways of haute couture with women in outlandish costumes-for-costuming's-sake, it absolutely recalibrates my marrow. The sheer innocence of these Eden beings shames all modernity's offerings. Louvre Museum, eat your heart out. Even Mona Lisa's smile cannot send one's soul the heights that these painted faces can so offhandly lift one to. Who can see these flowers without being borne aloft? > > > > > > What a zombified mob any New York City street presents with its army of factory-painted clones. Always the mouth is red, always cheeks rosy, and always the eyes painted like whores -- replicas, duplicates, echoes with no artistic value. > > > > > > The photographer, of course, put these innocents into poses, right? I mean, it simply can't be that these children of the Earth would be found always so framable for a cover shot for National Geographic like that Afghanistani woman with the piercing eyes. But the power of these faces is so complete that the artifice of the photographer's framing seems at odds with the spontaneity of these human artworks. I think we might all love the photographer's " outtakes " more. > > > > > > The photographer wants us to see the Noble Savages with hearts so pure that all relationship between these beings must be also so perfectly framable, capturable, and plentiful. The photographer would have us believe that these souls are in a jungle heaven with a perfect culture, a perfect society with perfect beings. But, no, right? These folks are in their huts complaining about tribal politics, who owes who a goat, who got mud in the cooking water -- like that. The photographer put these birds of paradise into the camera's cage. The photographer should have included real life in these compositions -- we should have seen the squalor, the squabbles, and the scrabblers, and THEN how their artistry would POP for us all. Then, THEN, when we were able to see vast hearts blossoming in the mud of a 3rd world lifestlye -- whew, it would be a humbling tsunami. Then we'd know them and then our tears would never stop. > > > > > > Edg > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > Namaste, Bower Bird, Omo, Ericson, or any architect or painter...all the same. Just the consciousness expressing itself,,,,no comparison better or worse apply.............Tony Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " Tony OClery " <aoclery wrote: Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > Namaste, Bower Bird, Omo, Ericson, or any architect or painter...all the same. Just the consciousness expressing itself,,,,no comparison better or worse apply............. --- End forwarded message --- Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Ah the Homo People! > > ROFLMAO! > > .b b.b. a singular event! LOL! ..b b.b. > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Edg, > > > > Is it possible, I ask you, Edg, my fine feathered fellow, for you to fly > > with me, yonder, up above, where we both see that you have just sketched > > a very fine nest for us, below? And that those other nests that I am > > sketching, are also pleasant, in their own way. We can nestle in them > > all, as the weather suggests. See the one where the Omo are saying > > exactly the same thing as you are about themselves vs Madison Ave, > > except, with their own touch of self congratulatory self-deprecation? > > Yes, that so endearing self/other deprecation that makes us so > > fleetingly elite amongst the elite in our bitter/sweet musings? > > > > Care to nestle there a bit for the nonce? > > > > Or am I flying too high/low for you/me? > > > > Miles and Miles of High Flighing Smiles > > > > Sky > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Sky, > > > > Yeah, at the ritam level, all of us are dressing ourselves in twigs and > > flowers > > and colored mud. > > > > Even Indra's finery is not more creative -- " the true Artist " is " doing " > > everyone's life, and so, yes, Madison Avenue's minds, too, are those of > > innocents in creation's wilderness. > > > > The advertising executive with a new idea can be seen as a kid who's > > proud about > > a flower stuck in a mat of hair. > > > > But with these Omo photographs before us, the strut and pomp of > > corporatedly > > contrived beauty comes off as does, say, the " packaged glamor " of > > JonBenét > > Ramsey's costuming and make-up. Her sweet face could not be improved by > > that > > lily-gilding, but these jungle kids actually DO integrate art with > > innocence -- > > their natural charm is enhanced -- their beauty is not masked by the > > layers of > > paint, not skewed, not tainted by agenda. They paint themselves to merge > > into > > their environment like chameleons. It's sacred without any need for an > > outer > > stamp of holiness by some approving imprimatur. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 2, 2009 Report Share Posted August 2, 2009 Nisargadatta , " Tony OClery " <aoclery wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > Just sharing some artwork and music this Sunday morning. Enjoy! > > > > > > > Namaste, > > Bower Bird, Omo, Ericson, or any architect or painter...all the same. > Just the consciousness expressing itself,,,,no comparison better or worse apply.............> Then you don't have a problem with Sai Baba any more? EH?????? ~A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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