Open-ended

o·pen-end·ed (pn-ndd) adj.

1. Not restrained by definite limits, restrictions, or structure.

2. Allowing for or adaptable to change.

3. Inconclusive or indefinite: “faintly bemused and uneasily open-ended about the whole horrible business” (Charles Michener).

4. Allowing for a spontaneous, unstructured response: an open-ended question.

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/open-ended

 

Definition of OPEN-ENDED

: not rigorously fixed: as

a : adaptable to the developing needs of a situation

b : permitting or designed to permit spontaneous and unguided responses

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/open-ended

Terrapins and Tortoises

Poison Dart Frog

Marc Chagall

A painter whose style I can relate to and adore.

Here is a Youtube link featuring some of his works:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfnVb6gRdrY&feature=related

and to his bio:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYjodu_fu9k

 

 

Vaslav Nijinsky

 

Here’s a slideshow of some of his photos:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ksspyNkmDA

Ode to Cancer

Hymn to Isis

For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am barren and my children are many
I am the married woman and the spinster
I am the woman who gives birth and she
who never procreated
I am the consolation for the pain of birth
I am the wife and the husband
And it was my man who created me
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And he is my rejected son
Always respect me
For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

- 3rd or 4th century BCE, discovered in Nag Hammadi

Lynn Yaeger

A very interesting woman with a very wonderful sense of style and points of view.

excerpt from Self-Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Man is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright He dares not say ‘I think,’ ‘I am,’ but quotes some saint or sage. He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less. Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.

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