#Contemplation

[jessica-greving]

My first fan art ever as well as my first tumblr post since my childhood days on tumblr. Watch out world, I like Gale Dekarios!

[miamaimania]

Björk ~ New York (1993) by Julie Kramer ⌘

[balkanparamo]

Contemplation in Geometry (series):Pei-Kang Hsu

[peaceinthestorm]

John Singer Sargent (1856-1925, American) ~ Study of a Seated Man, 1895

[Source: nga.gov]

[marejadilla]

Darrel Rhea, “Flowers & Mermaids” Art Serie. Seattle, Washington.

Contemplation

[huariqueje]

Contemplation - Sasha Hartslief , 2020.

South African , b. 1974 -

Oil on canvas , 63 x 48 cm.

[allthatispeculiar]

[1five1two]

[imaginal-ai]

"Adam Wonders"

[stanford-photography]

Regrets By Jeff Stanford, 2024

Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/

[contremineur]

Hovsep Pushman, Contemplation (oil on masonite, before 1940)

[fiddleheadart]

[jeanfrancoisrey]

Invitation à la contemplation…

[adventuresofalgy]

As Algy gazed into the pond, watching for signs of activity, and wondering when he would first see the tiny tails of tadpoles beneath the tapestry of pond plants that the frogs and toads loved, the stone garden Buddha behind him gazed also, with a fixed, beatific smile on his face.

Wrapped in a coat of green moss and algae, the Buddha sat there peacefully immovable through battering wind and rain, ice, snow and frost, and even summer sunshine, blissfully content, watching quietly over the pond, and as Algy kept him company he too relaxed, and smiled a happy fluffy bird smile, recalling a poem about just such a garden Buddha:

Gift of a friend, the stone Buddha sits zazen, prayer beads clutched in his chubby fingers. Through snow, icy rain, the riot of spring flowers, he gazes forward to the city in the distance—always the same bountiful smile upon his portly face. Why don’t I share his one-minded happiness? The pear blossom, the crimson-petaled magnolia, filling me instead with a mixture of nostalgia and yearning. He’s laughing at me, isn’t he? The seasons wheeling despite my photographs and notes, my desire to make them pause. Is that the lesson? That stasis, this holding on, is not life? Now I’m smiling, too—the late cherry, its soft pink blossoms already beginning to scatter; the trillium, its three-petaled white flowers exquisitely tinged with purple as they fall.

[Algy is thinking of the poem The Garden Buddha by the contemporary Portugese-American poet Peter Pereira.]