Mira is surprised by a novel perception that once penetrated or sampled turns into a window to fresh possibility, sometimes a whole new way of knowing. She stepped into the back yard from the studio one day and the pear tree stood out in relief from the background trees, in exaggerated hyper space compared to the flat view of normal hasty seeing. A new dimensionality?
Riding the currents and eddies is effortless when she flows with landscapes, events, fellow floaters, ideas, thoughts, sensations, and perceptions. And Mira sees that this is where home is - not a fixed address but an unplanned movement. No search for meaning necessary, the being in and of it is all she needs.
And on the Way she finds a collage of breadcrumbs leading to an unexpected learning or new puzzle piece, visible only from a future perch. Is it like the 6th dimension her brainiac husband tells her about from String Theory - discernible only as an invisible curled complexity at each point but the rest of it unavailable to us? Are these breadcrumbs dimensional connectors to another somewhere or somewhen?
Tango! Collage of eccentrics, elegantly shod, embellished anatomy, and provocative music. Torsos tilt together heart to heart, lower limbs synchronize elegant jaguar stalking moves prowling tantalizing game. Ensconced in a fused framework of traditions two eyes negotiate path of travel, two eyes turn inward sensing the hunt, waiting, waiting, waiting …. knife edge response, mobilizing as single intention.
She takes her cue from a collage of sources including poet David Whyte who writes, "to be courageous is to stay close to the way we are made". And dancer/choreographer Martha Graham who notes that, "... there is only divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive." And that's all she wants to do .... keep expressing.
are the ones who play, dance, paint, and collage themselves into her work. Poets give of their printed phrases which she arranges to speak a communal voice, a surprising voice, not a blend, an aggregated mystery of new intent. Mira hopes that kinship blossoms unknowingly through the banter.
Her Tai Chi teacher, Margy, is writing a book inspired by conversations with Laotse and Ralph Waldo Emerson. Linking across 2500 years, they sit around Margy's dining room table and share experiences of living and Taoing.
Hearing Natalie Batalha, astronomer, describe our physical selves as “portals to the universe” she realized it doesn’t get much juicier than that, and direct from a certified scientist. Billions of years old recycled atoms and particles come together in Mira formation for a while to explore how things appear from that perspective.
Of course the favored treat of a collagoholic is the divine brandy infused fruitcake, collection of nuts and fruits gathered from remote sources, lovingly mixed, aged, and sliced. And Mira's exquisite peak experience is the childhood memory of her mother's walnut, brazil and hazel nut, citrusy blonde concoction.
With that in mind she set out to create mother cake 2.0, genetically imprinted yes, but with contemporary flare. She studied numerous ways of building a fruitcake and with all of that in mind, tossed the recipes and used her nose at the grocer's. As much as she's a color addict, Mira prefers her fruitcake in aged brandy glazed earthy tones of undyed fruits.
Out of the blue, come surprises wrapped in purple, red, yellow, in astonishing forms that land in her heart and twinkle. Connecting with a loyal friend, seeing a young one discover tomatoes in the vegetable aisle, placing the just right green next to that purple, she enjoys these astonishing moments when she is available to notice
I have some paintings who want nothing more than to find a good home. If the above 12.5 in. x 9.25 in. matted acrylic painting speaks to you, reply by connecting here and I will draw a winner on December 9th. I will post the winner and send the painting to you.
The winner is Barbara Garza!