This is code for making repairs to paintings but it relates to other things too. Her mentor, Joan, says you can always make repairs to paintings that have gone astray for various reasons and Mira happened to notice that Joan had added a green stripe to an orange painting and it just sang with the addition. So Mira decided to adopt the green stripe strategy to not only cover over various stuff but also to test her hypothesis that green stripes are a sort of panacea. And whaddyaknow? Throw a green striped rug into your living room and see what happens.
One day she realized that her friend, Charlie, retired math prof and self described “nerd in action” is doing a blook of his own though he does not call it such. Quietly, he is analyzing Congressional Apportionment at each decadal census starting in 1790. The math is easy breezy (for him) but what is really interesting (gasp!) is the historical and political fingerprints manipulating the equations variously through time.
Then she saw that Robert Fulgham of kindergartener fame has likewise done the same with two online free books, (including a fabulous Tango book) avoiding the publishing world. Why Not?
She thinks that people just want to share their passions and findings and blooks are an accessible way to do this ….. if they can find their way to an interested audience - now there’s a conundrum…. I found Charlie and Robert, and you found Mira, stuff happens.
Lying on backyard picnic table under new moon midnight sky, empty inkiness grows ever more lit by milky way splash studded with familiar friendly constellation patterns. Bright sharp edges of meteors rip silently through the scene, lingering briefly as abstract line.
Feeling at home on galaxy edge, the perspective is reminder that randomness is not the order of the universe. There is clumping, relating, connecting through unseen force and history. Mira was honored to witness a unique show which only occurred from her backyard perspective.
Of course we are all connected in a thin web of life on the surface of this jewel of a small planet …. and yet, when she really feels that implication with her entirety, it is palpable. Not just fb, twitter, or email, it's the felt sense of reaching halfway to another’s reach back where both are changed, immediately right here and now …. connecting with touch in a dance, with a dying person, by voice with loved ones over distance, by sharing a painting …. through this very blook that wants nothing more than to reach toward the one who feels the call and reaches back.
What lights her up is trusting this possibility.
No it’s not a Sanskrit misspelling, it’s about the thing relating to itself, like the meta poem whose structure refers to content. So when people say to her, “this blook is kind of a mixture of all kinds of things collaged together….”, oh thank you so much for seeing the way that life just comes at her and leaves her breathless.
Having spent much of her life feeling invisible, possibly wisely making this choice as a youngster to avoid “consequences”, she spent a great deal of time pondering the relevance of this predicament. Then one day a wise one challenged her to explore what it means to be invisible and she began to see that air, water, light, love, and energy are invisible, which made her wonder what is more real - that which is visible or that which is invisible. She will probably be mulling this one for some time.
Fueled by tea and spending hours in the studio, inevitably paintings pile up and like rowdy children clamoring for attention, hers have strong opinions which do not include resting patiently on disheveled shelves. They want their own lives.
Together they came up with a plan that makes everyone happy. New friends claim paintings they bond with, paintings find their new homes, and together they decide on a charitable gift to the organization of their choice. But most of all, Mira is happy knowing that they are happy and if the paintings are impish and cavorting with the other artwork in their new homes, it is not her problem.