Miniature Worlds

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“Like a lamp, a cataract,
a star in space, an illusion, a dew drop,
a bubble, a dream, a cloud,
a flash of lightning;
view all created things like this.” – Diamond Sutra

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What is it about these miniature worlds that fascinate me so deeply? The smaller and more intricate, the greater my delight. Perhaps a dash of color, an accent, or more vivid tones are needed to portray their strange biographies.  These flakes, stamens, stalks, droplets, buds, blossoms, fossils, desiccations, landscapes . . . form precious moments of frozen time, evidence of being. Their scientific precision is unconscious. Their imperfection is perfect. They are alive, they are dead, they are dying, they are transforming. I like to fix them in time by recording them on the page, extrapolating and refashioning them into reflections of my own inner frangible world made visible.

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“When you realize there is nothing lacking,
The whole world belongs to you.” – Lao Tzu

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Life is unreal, unfathomable, illusory. What we think is solid is a spider web. What we think is obvious is a delusion. By exploring these hidden realms and studying their secrets, we honor their fragility, and our own.

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“Miniatures invite us to leave our known selves and perspectives behind.” – Lia Purpura

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“I can be sure that even in this tiny, insignificant episode there is implicit everything I have experienced.” – If on a winter’s night a traveler, Italo Calvino

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2 thoughts on “Miniature Worlds

  1. Love it all, Annie – so beautiful – thank you!
    e.g. – “precious moments of frozen time, evidence of being. Their imperfection is perfect. They are alive, they are dead, they are dying, they are transforming. I like to fix them in time by recording them on the page, extrapolating and refashioning them into reflections of my own inner frangible world made visible.

    Your words invite us to look more deeply.

    Love and gratitude,
    Elaine

  2. “As bright and evanescent as daydreams, like a childhood memory that mysteriously calms one’s aging nerves.” — upon seeing Annie Seikonia’s “Lost Islands” at a Portland gallery, January 2016

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