The photo somewhat disturbs me. On one hand it reminds me of the destruction of the Bamayan Buddha. Or it could be looked at as a positive symbol, something along the lines of “from his life flowered the teachings” or “the holy book is head of the church” but also it could be seen as a critique, eg “The living head of our movement has been lopped off and replaced with sterile orthodoxy.”
Ambiguous. I like it.
Hmmm…you may have a point. Personally, I don’t really do ambiguity…not intentionally at any rate. It was a fun little first attempt with Photoshop Elements. The broken headed Buddha photo was taken at the Metropolitan Museum Of Art, New York; the book is Joseph Campbell’s Creative Mythology and the photo was taken on the kitchen table.
To me, it is our own personal Buddha residing within us all. The still point from which it all blossoms. Tap into it and words worthy of the ages result, such as Campbell’s. Those words, their ineffable music, may or may not quicken the Buddha soul in the listener. More often than not they are drowned out with noise.
Be that as it may, I like the image of the headless Buddha, however it came to be. It removes the mind, lowers the seat of consciousness down to where it belongs.
The photo somewhat disturbs me. On one hand it reminds me of the destruction of the Bamayan Buddha. Or it could be looked at as a positive symbol, something along the lines of “from his life flowered the teachings” or “the holy book is head of the church” but also it could be seen as a critique, eg “The living head of our movement has been lopped off and replaced with sterile orthodoxy.”
Ambiguous. I like it.
Hmmm…you may have a point. Personally, I don’t really do ambiguity…not intentionally at any rate. It was a fun little first attempt with Photoshop Elements. The broken headed Buddha photo was taken at the Metropolitan Museum Of Art, New York; the book is Joseph Campbell’s Creative Mythology and the photo was taken on the kitchen table.
To me, it is our own personal Buddha residing within us all. The still point from which it all blossoms. Tap into it and words worthy of the ages result, such as Campbell’s. Those words, their ineffable music, may or may not quicken the Buddha soul in the listener. More often than not they are drowned out with noise.
Be that as it may, I like the image of the headless Buddha, however it came to be. It removes the mind, lowers the seat of consciousness down to where it belongs.
Thanks for the comment, it is much appreciated.