This painting is not a big favourite of mine, but it’s important to me because the work is unconventional and what it symbolises. I like this work because it represents the unconventional. The Abstract Expressionists were reinventing what art could be by using new materials in new ways—here, working on the floor, using house paint or radiator […]
As Socially Anxious, we must be more critical of society
I feel I’m not the only one who thinks that Social Anxiety has prevented me from experiencing more of what life has to offer. I thought I couldn’t meet the standards of sociability that society expected and promoted even. I just wasn’t the sort of person who fitted in. We introverted and shy types beat […]
Philosophy of the Enso
The circle symbol or Enso is popular in Zen Buddhism’s religion, but what does it signify or mean? It’s both intriguing and yet confusing, just like Zen Buddhism. Emptiness When we look at an Enso, we think of a circle, but we often forget it is an empty circle. Emptiness or 虚無 Kyomu in Japanese is an […]
Buddhist Cosmology of Indra’s Net
One of the images that aids me in understanding Buddhism originates from the earlier tradition of the Vedas and Hinduism. In these traditions, the cosmos is imagined as a net woven by the deity Shakra or Indra. It’s infinite and spreads in all directions, and at each node, there’s a jewel or dewdrop. Upon which […]
Art and the Contra Jour Effect
I’ve been trying to pull together for some time why I like certain types of art. I enjoy fine art, but I also enjoy some illustration and graphic design because of its simplicity. For example, I like the expressiveness of a Jackson Pollock, but I also like Greek Vases, the works of Scot Flanders, more […]
We’re all Anxious People, all Idiots. A story by Fredrik Backman
I bought it because it said Anxious people, and I’m an anxious person. ‘This book is about idiots’, says the author, and he’s right it is. This post is not a review of the book but more my reaction to the story itself. Books like this make me reflect on my own life. The lives […]