As her son reminds her, opportunities are time limited and scarce. They may not arrive on schedule. So she decided to buckle in and head for the ride ... ready or not. Her first chance at a solo art show, so here goes.
When Mira was younger, less than half a century, she was reticent to extend herself into new fields outside her comfort zone but that changed with the magical beginning of the 6th decade after which she simply lost her fear of embarrassment and dives shamelessly into new endeavors.
And of course there may be a puddle of mud at the landing place of an outrageous leap, where a choice arises ... mud bath or tears of resistance.
There was a time when this would have been a problem, but now she isn’t so troubled anymore to share her eccentricities, warts, bruises, twisted humor. We aren’t so different in our brokenness, just in the particularities. So why not let others see her brand of expression? Maybe it will inspire them to expose their hidden whatevers.
She is inspired by Martha Graham’s quote:
There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.
And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable it is nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.
You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you.
Keep the channel open.
No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive.
Mira was not the only one who jumped at the chance of a solo art show. So did the paintings, especially the new ones with words, the gathered phrases, stolen insights, the ones with poetic pretensions. What was she to do? Get them ready for prime time, she supposed. Why not?
When she gathered her work, carefully placed it on well lit walls, invited everyone to come take a look, and then experienced the consequences of that, she experienced a generalized opening of herself to every manner of emotion.
In the days after the event it was like being pregnant, crying over an Olympic gymnast's slip, feeling the shock of witnessing the falling of a redwood tree as if it were family, shivering with the beauty of an ordinary day full of light and bird song, events having nothing to do with the show or with her artwork were more poignant, more intense.
Is this why she did this whole thing ... putting her innards on the wall so that the exposure made her somehow more alive, even though that aliveness also holds pain and sadness?
This beautiful woman and exquisite artist is her inspiration, her Art Mother. She is the one who not only lives joyfully, emphasis on "fully", but translates this into her painting, suffusing the world with her bright energy. Can't you see and feel it?
The work wants to get out into the world where it is playful good company. The way it is available is by making a donation in the amount that is meaningful to the purchaser to the charity of their choice. I call it The Art of Giving, and it makes me very happy. If you are interested in acquiring a piece you can visit artofgiving.gallery. Suggested prices are posted and are all negotiable.