-Click on the number of each painting (#07, …) and complete the questionnaire. Observe, feel, think, and write whatever comes to mind – in any language you like. Your answers will be published here from time to time.-
For a long time, I wished I could be a rock, an inanimate object, so that I would not have to think. After all, thinking can bring suffering, indecision, frustration, and confusion. But why deny this innate characteristic of being human?
Instead of trying, or wishing, not to think, when we cannot avoid it anyway, why not embrace it completely? Why not truly reflect, and at least try to reach our own conclusions? (…)
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If most of us were asked how we felt as children, our answer would probably be that we felt carefree, free, and that life seemed full of color. So why, when we become adults, does everything seem gray? Is it because we lose our imagination? Or do we simply set it aside? Do the rules and realities of society kill our joy of living? Why is it that what makes us happy belongs to what we call “the good old days,” which is almost never the present? Is that why most of us consider childhood to have been the happiest time of our lives? Because life was all about play and free from responsibility? (…)
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But what is abnormality, or what does it mean to be different? Could it simply be what is uncommon, what belongs to the minority?
But what does “normal” actually mean by definition? (…)
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Does enjoying time with friends simply mean talking constantly and laughing? Perhaps that is what having fun means, but what does it mean to truly feel at ease with friends?
Could it mean that, even when little is said, silence never feels uncomfortable, but is simply silence? Silence in someone’s company should not always be associated with having nothing to say. Or perhaps it is exactly that: having nothing to say and not worrying about it. (…)
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