#oxymora

The bright side of darkness

- looking negative things in the eyes

Even the darkest abyss can bring the highest form of enlightenment. And more than often it is through suffering through which we can experience joy and happiness. Life is not meant to never hurt; Actually pain is what makes us feel alive, and moreover it is through pain through which we really grow. Even the most obscure darkness offers a glimpse of light. Once we are able to understand what darkness really is; a base, a foundation, a medium, merely like an unwritten piece of paper that needs to be filled. Darkness often represents void, and why should we consider void to have a negative meaning? Why do we find a lack of purpose saddening, if we, we ourselves can create meaning all by ourselves? The hunt for a primordial sense of purpose is rather futile. - See, isn't it kind of ironic? Maybe the only sense of sense is senselessness itself; Once you hunt it, it will disappear. But once you just be, the entire concept of a pre-defined sense appears rather illogical, and therefor futile. Because the only sense of sense seems to be to make sense, do I make sense?

Michael A. Vaccaro, Georgia O'Keeffe (Abiquiú, New Mexico, 1960). In this 1960 photograph, the artist, age seventy-three, poses next to her earlier canvas, Pelvis Series, Red with Yellow (1945). The painting is part of a large series of compositions made between 1943 and 1947 that depict an animal pelvis bone, viewed either in its entirety or in fragmentary detail. Usually O'Keeffe reproduced the natural bleached-gray color of the bone, but here she deviates into expressively bold colors that make the image appear more abstract. By eliminating all extraneous detail and any sense of place, our attention is focused solely on the essential elements of the composition—the empty socket of the bone through which a golden sky can be seen. Her friend, the novelist Jean Toomer, once noted that she painted "the universe through the portal of a bone."

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See me, don't see me - Oxymora!

a flower of morality,

A love that is real,

a love that is destruction,

Plant, poison, love, hate,

good people live in sin,

emotions lay far from virtue,

Oxymora of the soul.”

- // duality