What does calico mean anyway? That cat appears pretty collagy and this Way needs a pet, so come in kitty.
is the goldfinch, famed in the Fabritius painting of 400 years ago. She felt compelled to paint the sweetheart after reading the eponymous book. In the doing, the tiny chain would not be painted … so he did the only reasonable thing. Perhaps you have seen him in your neighborhood. Collage of time, medium, sentiment.
Studying poetry online with Professor Al Filreis and his band of smarty pants ivy league grad students she found the close readings of contemporary poems so engaging that collaged poems began to wend their way into paintings. It all happened ba-da-bing before she knew it - a dangerous new liaison with words, freed from the stodge of education and culture. What kind of person cuts up someone’s poetry? …. a Collage addict.
She noticed one day after missing a desirable event because of being absorbed in the unfolding day without attention to what wasn’t happening, that when you live in the present you miss other presents. You can’t plan your present on this Way. It just keeps giving.
Obviously the multi-tentacled, color-changing, shapeshifter octopus is the collage genius with parallel trouble on eight fronts. Minus bones, she can squeeze into impossible places, searching out entanglements wherever they hide.
One day Mira saw that her friends had acquired curvy new ukuleles and were happier than puppies on a sunny day. She pleaded to join the fun and now together they strum and laugh, hum and play, whistle and hoot and generally revel in rousing renditions of a collage of music styles and abilities. They call themselves the Ukeamigas and are a bunch of mostly middle aged ukeloonies and mother pluckers who get high on strummin’.
When she pays close attention to a day tumbling by it really is like a circus of characters, colors, surprise. That story on the radio takes her back to fishing in remote lakes of childhood, an unexpected text from her son connects contrasting lives, an enlivening cup of tea from exotic Chinese highlands makes every day more delicious ... you just can’t plan this stuff on The Way. It depends on seeing the magic as it happens .... unannounced.
It is a mess, all of it, the making of the art, the not cleaning up after herself in the studio, the business of living, which makes her wonder if this construct of orderliness has any relationship to a lived life or whether it’s simply a human pretense.
She calls it the perfection of imperfection and notices that it is found many places if one bothers to look. We don’t call Nature messy, yet there it is all tossed together to let time and circumstance sort through the mire. In fact, we call it Beauty and Harmony.