Dreams are water. Pictures are water. Language is a net. Science is a net. By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA. You can carry a container containing water in a net - but never water. Who wants to carry water anyway? You want to drink it. You want to feel it. You want to dive into it. That's the problem of talking about pictures. That's the problem of the science of dreams. That's what I wanted to say. Before diving again. Out of the air of language into the water. Permalink | Leave a comment »
- Detlef Cordes
So soothing to look at this variation of structures and colors. Tempted to fill the structures with meaning: fish, leaves, waves, clouds, gentle hills ...
- Detlef Cordes
Like this painting very much, totally agree with @Holly59 RE interference of the clever mind but would contradict Jung: there ARE new things accomplished by the intellect. There is Mondrian, Liechtenstein, you name them - people working from an intellectual concept. And Jung's sentence itself is an intellectual concept.
- Detlef Cordes
In our daily lives we are as dependent on infrastructure as an astronaut on the moon depends on ground control. By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA. Water, food, banking, waste disposal. And all this depends on: money. So if money should cease to function: uncomfortable thought. Permalink | Leave a comment »
- Detlef Cordes
I have often wanted to imagine a world that did not have money. A world where we could all exist together and be willing to give and receive what we needed in order to survive, as well as to be happy. A free exchange, the same way we exchange ideas. Of course, I then realize this is pretty much impossible. At some point it would simply become a barter system, which in turn would turn into money instead. But it's a pretty thought. Kind of like the one I have about war not existing.
- Miriam Climenhaga
This makes me gently feel my breath. 1,2 - the most simple rhythm there is and the rolling in and out of the sea. I like this very much, thank you for sharing,
- Detlef Cordes
... there were pictures of cars and horses passing through his living room while he was smiling out of his kitchen window, fishing in the river under his house. I liked that picture, looked at it again and again and my grandfather had to read the corresponding story again and again, me sitting on his lap, in safety - foundations of my life. That inside/ outside thing I found again in Shell's post. To be at home in the outside. To have water to fish - but be in the dry kitchen. And Alison's picture with the noble savages in front of her kitchen window: that goes into the same direction. Permalink | Leave a comment »
- Detlef Cordes
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA. Tenderness that's what we need. What we look for is tenderness. That's what it is. Permalink | Leave a comment »
- Detlef Cordes
Wonderful! Hooks and dead ends, perils, adventures to have - yet: home is always at hand. So full of humor and comforting in rough times! I often feel like that snail.
- Detlef Cordes
If this would live I’d say it’s the structure of a brain – or a visualization of the net of causes and effects spreading around the world, connecting all of us, for good or bad.
- Detlef Cordes
I love this inside/ outside motive and the confusion of which is which in Shell's words and in her beautiful picture. The word "nurturing" comes to my mind - each layer nurturing all the others - everything being connected in harmony.
- Detlef Cordes
don't remember any of Kat Ostrow's creations being so concentrated and focussed on something. What might she be doing? Is she looking at a picture? Is she in a creative process? I love the color composition. these colors belong here.
- Detlef Cordes
On my way to school I wanted to cross the railway tracks to go to the big white houses. I could not get over because there was a never ending freight train. Wagon after wagon after wagon. But they were carrying no freight, no containers - they were empty. There was that big rock star who jumped on the empty wagon and jumped off again on the other side of the big white houses. I thought "Oh, so it's not about getting on the right train. The train is just the barrier. It's about crossing the train to get to the other side. The train won't get me anywhere." And if I waited for the train to pass? Each train must end. But it was going on and on and on. Wagon after wagon after wagon. But I had time. I was just a little boy on his way to elementary school Permalink | Leave a comment »
- Detlef Cordes
By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA. By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA. Sometimes it's good to see things from a different point of view. Permalink | Leave a comment »
- Detlef Cordes
These are extraordinary dark November days. No sun and very dim light the whole day for days on end. It really gets onb my mood. Hmm - was I wrong to say that November is my favorite month? Could it be that I actually change? Her are pictures that put me into a better mood today: By Detelf. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA. By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA. By Sabine. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA. Permalink | Leave a comment »
- Detlef Cordes
There are stories where you enter into another dimension near these stones or in a stone circle. I love the duality of this: from HERE to THERE, from green to dark. I sense a desperarate longing here: duality waiting to be unbanned into a (higher) third view or into unity.
- Detlef Cordes