Hey there again !
Sooo today I am going completly crazy! This post will include loads of thoughts and some interesting photos I have taken. Noooow its time for a suprise one of the texts included in this post is written by my friend Szymon Osowski :). I have got 2 pics for you today and each one will include a longer description to it. Let me know if you like it in the comment section :)
Thinking about life, death and all of their aspects is one of the most elementar side of our abstract thinking. What the life in fact is? What does 'death' truly mean? Is something more? Or maybe something less? We've got so many questions and so less answers. It's just natural. Metaphors were created to help us find them. This time listen to one more. It's metaphor about existence and paints.
Sooo today I am going completly crazy! This post will include loads of thoughts and some interesting photos I have taken. Noooow its time for a suprise one of the texts included in this post is written by my friend Szymon Osowski :). I have got 2 pics for you today and each one will include a longer description to it. Let me know if you like it in the comment section :)
Thinking about life, death and all of their aspects is one of the most elementar side of our abstract thinking. What the life in fact is? What does 'death' truly mean? Is something more? Or maybe something less? We've got so many questions and so less answers. It's just natural. Metaphors were created to help us find them. This time listen to one more. It's metaphor about existence and paints.
Meet artist sitting on his chair and sipping tea. He's thinking about his new painting. The man takes his paintbrush and dippes it in blue paint. Here our journey from life to death begins.
LIFE AND ITS COMPONENTS
First line and first contours. Contours creates bodies, bodies create a painting. The life is done now and it's going to last for long and for long not to be undone.
First line and first contours. Contours creates bodies, bodies create a painting. The life is done now and it's going to last for long and for long not to be undone.
Humanity wouldn't be so fascinating, if we had no soul. I don't mean the divine creature, but our morality, abstraction and all of things which effictively complictes our way to simple hunting, gobbling and even easier reproducing. The blue paint flows in our heads so strongly that even after mixing with other colours it goes to the top shouting 'I am here. It's not easy to make me gone.'. Someone called it 'conscience'. Our portable guardian angel. Everywhere with us.
But we're not clear. We aren't full of only good or bad things. We aren't good or bad. We are buckets full of substances squeezed from the tubes and looking for our painting's sense. The manner in which we will mix them depends on us and our environment. They're our tool with which new masterpiece will be created or just next junk will be shown to the world and fastly forgotten. It is lottery partly. Of course, it is! It's life. Small game of mixing and painting.
Then problems enter the game. They throw at us like hungry wolves and make us stir not to the right, but to the totally different way. Here we've got something called 'effect'. Sometimes trauma, sometimes only sadness, always change of our painting and different way of telling our life's story with a brush. We fall so often and so rarely get up. We destroy our laboriously created images and so rarely make them more beautiful. Bad decisions bring bad effects.
But we're not clear. We aren't full of only good or bad things. We aren't good or bad. We are buckets full of substances squeezed from the tubes and looking for our painting's sense. The manner in which we will mix them depends on us and our environment. They're our tool with which new masterpiece will be created or just next junk will be shown to the world and fastly forgotten. It is lottery partly. Of course, it is! It's life. Small game of mixing and painting.
Then problems enter the game. They throw at us like hungry wolves and make us stir not to the right, but to the totally different way. Here we've got something called 'effect'. Sometimes trauma, sometimes only sadness, always change of our painting and different way of telling our life's story with a brush. We fall so often and so rarely get up. We destroy our laboriously created images and so rarely make them more beautiful. Bad decisions bring bad effects.
COLOURS OF RAINBOW
Blue as our soul, red as our emotion, yellow as our mundanity, green as the hope, white as the ignorance, black as our experience. The most important components of our colourful mush located in small bucket. Everything begins with first dipping of brush. Then we stir to mix and make first line, first contour and so on. We all are artists of our own paintings. We all are kings of our small kingdoms. This kingdom's name is our name. We are the kingdoms and their kings. We are the paintings and their artists.
Nothing lasts forever. Artist finished his landscape and left it to dry stock. When it was ready, he took it from the easle and covered with a cloth. After that he simply dissapeared. The only thing left by him was the painting. The only memory. There was no body, no face, no being - just a picture. No one could say anything. There was no one. Only colours were left. Colours which could say nothing but the message in which they were constructed.
The paints were dead.
Death.
Metaphorically death is paints' drying and covering of the ready painting.
But from the other side. Do we want to be just a metaphor?
Next question, still no answer.
Metaphorically metaphor is the answer
TEXT BY : Szymon Osowski
LIFE COMPARED TO THEATRE
In my life I have met many life-related metaphors, which compare a human life to a railway, zoo or even a circus. Well.. I compare life to theatre. I think that life is a series of performances- comedies ad tragedie. While playing we play different roles and we wear different masks. Its slightly compareable with a recent event which is Robin Wiliams death. His last play was propably a tragedy. Instead of being truly happy he wore a happy mask, although he was dying inside.
In our performances we meet a lot of other actors, who are also playing different roles and wearing different masks. When the performance or play comes to an end it is very clear to bow, thank the actors you have been playing with, and you shall carry on to the next play.
But what happens if you don't do so ? What if your play came to an end, but you are still looking back, you are still living through your past tragedies ? Of course you can do so, the only problem is that you will propably miss your big chance, or your 5 minutes on the big stage. Nobody tells you to forget about what happend , but you might have to let it go for some time.
EXPLAINING ROLES AND MASKS
Look at your teacher for a second.
Yes, pick one of your teacher at school.
For you he/she is just a teacher.
Basically he/she is one for all of you school mates too.
What happens when she comes home? Is he/she still a teacher ? No, he/she changed its mask, its playing a different role now. What I am basically trying to explain that its not possible to play one role throughout the whole of you life. One day you are a open person who hangs out with friend and etc. another day you wake upand you might play the shiest person on earth. Mabye you were influenced by another actor or was it just yourself? You have decided to change your mask.
I like too look at people, I love discovering their stories, hiding their true identities. I wonder what role are they playing, what mask are they wearing?
Eyes are like your souls mirrors , you can't run away from your tragedies, you can't play in the same play twice. Its a game with no comeback.
What happens when you die? You become the audience. You watch the actors play, but you can't influence their choices or the way they act.
Shortly said: Everybody Lies - Dr. Gregory House
TEXT BY : Me haha
Blue as our soul, red as our emotion, yellow as our mundanity, green as the hope, white as the ignorance, black as our experience. The most important components of our colourful mush located in small bucket. Everything begins with first dipping of brush. Then we stir to mix and make first line, first contour and so on. We all are artists of our own paintings. We all are kings of our small kingdoms. This kingdom's name is our name. We are the kingdoms and their kings. We are the paintings and their artists.
Nothing lasts forever. Artist finished his landscape and left it to dry stock. When it was ready, he took it from the easle and covered with a cloth. After that he simply dissapeared. The only thing left by him was the painting. The only memory. There was no body, no face, no being - just a picture. No one could say anything. There was no one. Only colours were left. Colours which could say nothing but the message in which they were constructed.
The paints were dead.
Death.
Metaphorically death is paints' drying and covering of the ready painting.
But from the other side. Do we want to be just a metaphor?
Next question, still no answer.
Metaphorically metaphor is the answer
TEXT BY : Szymon Osowski
LIFE COMPARED TO THEATRE
In my life I have met many life-related metaphors, which compare a human life to a railway, zoo or even a circus. Well.. I compare life to theatre. I think that life is a series of performances- comedies ad tragedie. While playing we play different roles and we wear different masks. Its slightly compareable with a recent event which is Robin Wiliams death. His last play was propably a tragedy. Instead of being truly happy he wore a happy mask, although he was dying inside.In our performances we meet a lot of other actors, who are also playing different roles and wearing different masks. When the performance or play comes to an end it is very clear to bow, thank the actors you have been playing with, and you shall carry on to the next play.
But what happens if you don't do so ? What if your play came to an end, but you are still looking back, you are still living through your past tragedies ? Of course you can do so, the only problem is that you will propably miss your big chance, or your 5 minutes on the big stage. Nobody tells you to forget about what happend , but you might have to let it go for some time.
EXPLAINING ROLES AND MASKS
Look at your teacher for a second.
Yes, pick one of your teacher at school.
For you he/she is just a teacher.
Basically he/she is one for all of you school mates too.
What happens when she comes home? Is he/she still a teacher ? No, he/she changed its mask, its playing a different role now. What I am basically trying to explain that its not possible to play one role throughout the whole of you life. One day you are a open person who hangs out with friend and etc. another day you wake upand you might play the shiest person on earth. Mabye you were influenced by another actor or was it just yourself? You have decided to change your mask.
I like too look at people, I love discovering their stories, hiding their true identities. I wonder what role are they playing, what mask are they wearing?
Eyes are like your souls mirrors , you can't run away from your tragedies, you can't play in the same play twice. Its a game with no comeback.
What happens when you die? You become the audience. You watch the actors play, but you can't influence their choices or the way they act.
Shortly said: Everybody Lies - Dr. Gregory House
TEXT BY : Me haha
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