Thursday, 27 August 2015

Berlin 2015 - Jewish museum

When one visits Berlin, a museum they shouldn't miss is the Jewish Museum Berlin.
It is a fascinating but sobering experience, when one realises that a group of human beings can do horrendous things to another group of human beings for some idealism. This isn't some theory or history in a book but reality of violence that repeats itself and at present.

I love Menashe Kadishman's installation entitled Shalekhet (Fallen Leaves).
Transience amplified. Poisoned by Nazism.

The grim triangle of light reminds one of the little light they must have in the shelters they go to. Inside they must be screaming in fear, no matter how brave they hold up. What will happen to their kids, family and themselves?

Walking on the faces creates a loud clanging noise that echoes and amplifies in the hallway of death. The noise of one is locked up in chains, trying to escape. Despair. Trampled upon by others. "I am better than you, bitch" Bullying. I don't give a ****about you - you are nothing. Dirt on your face is well-deserved.

Over 10,000 lives lost - of which genes, family history, intelligence disappears along with them. One wonders if the human race becomes stupider because of the lost of such valuable lives. The multiple insinuations of this installation is well-thought-out.

I cried inside for these wasted lives and pray that pain, hate and unrest in this world and in the hearts of human beings will disappear one day.

~ pixy

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

A Japanese kimono cross-stitch

Finished this a few weeks ago. This cross-stitch has seen me from the darkest hour of my life to the road of light. Enjoy!


Monday, 24 August 2015

The Witch in Fairytales

© Little Pixy Boots
Any fairytale would be bland without a wicked witch to spice things up.

Carl Jung has a theory that archetypes in our subconscious manifests or is projected in stories and our lives, and the witch is no exception. The interesting thing is that the witch is a projection of the "negative mother" image in folk and fairytales.

The first great love in our lives is our mother - the figure that gives us life, food, attention and shelter.
But nobody is perfect and mothers can be neglectful, angry, critical, selfish, egoistic at times. The Witch in fairytales represents this inner psychological experience we have developed of the negative side of our mothers - whatever that causes pain and not joy from mothers.

In most fairytales, the witch is eliminated either by killing them, torturing them or they die of their own bad deeds or karma. The interesting bit is for example Snow White's example, where the witch manifests in 3 different forms in order to kill Snow White. In our subconscious, don't our perception of our mothers shift from time to time, from life stage to life stage?

In Snow White's tale, the evil Queen/stepmother/witch dies by dancing in red-hot iron shoes and falls down dead. The shoes are symbolic of non-grounding - so hot that one has to always jump in the air and not stay on the ground. The fruit of the Queen's greed and superficiality (to be the most beautiful of all), not "grounded" by values of truth, love and kindness, resulted in her death in scalding shoes, watched by everyone, not loved by anyone.

It teaches us one of life's most important lessons that mums ought to teach us - beware of getting caught in superficiality, be grounded, learn what are the real values in life. Not fame, not money, not looks - only kindness and love will get you somewhere (i.e. Snow White getting married to the Prince).

I could go on about this subject, but it's bedtime for me unfortunately.

Take care in the meantime :)

Friday, 30 January 2015

The Animus in Fairytales

As a young girl I have always been fascinated with fairytales.

One of my posts was on the theme "Lost" and Hansel and Gretel was the picture I drew.

Recently I have been exploring psychologist Carl Jung's theory about anima and animus in oneself. The book Invisible Partners is also a very thought-provoking book that got me thinking about my relationships with men.

Do you know the witch in fairytales often represent the "bad mum" or "evil mum" that we perceive in our mothers? See the little black evil witch lurking around at the back of the gingerbread house below? More on the witch in the future :)

The animus is a psychological male entity that we create out of the first few significant male role models we've had growing up, that is to say, our father, brothers, close male relatives, caregivers etc. I am simplifying it a lot but this is so far my layman's understanding of the animus.

Hansel and Gretel

Gretel is a good role model for me because if the whole story is about my psyche getting lost in the shadows of my unknown self (the forest) with my animus (Hansel) - and then I (Gretel) actually used my wits to save my animus - that means that I am the smart one and actually, the one who is more powerful. Because in the beginning, Gretel relied on Hansel to rescue the both of them but Gretel turns out to be the heroine of the story. Bravo! Good story for the many of us females struggling with our self-esteem and our role in relation to males.

The best part is: Gretel continues to find her way back home (towards conscious life) together with Hansel. It means that she continued to have a balanced equal relationship with her animus without dominating him or letting him overpower her needs. She proved herself resourceful and capable, as well as the ability for care for others.

Nice, huh?

Of course, internally, I would need more time to explore this theme.

Until the next thought-provoking moment...


Thursday, 29 January 2015

Gustav Klimt in a Norwegian office

Picture of the Day!
Gustav Klimt is one of my favourite artists and just seeing one of his art pieces hung on the wall makes me happy. Pardon the poor quality, but it was taken with a phone camera.

What amazes me about Gustav Klimt is that he has this amazing ability to capture the fragility of his female subjects. Look at how thin and fragile the arm is, and the delicate bone structure of her cheek and nose. She looks on the border of being anorexic. The soft lines of the nightgown just melts the heart towards her - I want to hug her. At the same time, she looks almost defiant in her eyes, defensiveness shining through. Don't you dare touch me, her eyes say. I can take care of myself.

I am learning to decipher the intricacies of facial features of human beings now. What does the face really say about the person? Why is she standing like that? It seems she wants to protect herself.

But then, maybe she is a reflection of me. The way I see her is the way I see myself. Or maybe it is a past self - someone I was and recognised, but I have moved on.

I must apologise to my readers that for the past year, I did very little with my blog.
It was mostly because I had a lot of internal work that needed to be done, and three of the people closest to me passed away. I had a lot of self-reflecting done, exploring my relationship with men, and my own animus (which according to psychologist Carl Jung, is the inner man in me).

And of course, Death is a good theme to reflect on because it begs the question: 
What is Life?

With that, my dears, I leave you to think.
Feel free to leave comments.

I cannot promise that I will reply every comment, but I will check them regularly and answer in my blog when possible.

Much love and peace to all,
pixy :)

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