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My first memory of Minérvó Léovēs is a fragment; but, it stands in singular clarity as some strange beast balanced on the razor-edge cusp of image and scent. The date is unclear, but there was a sense of monsoon torpor in the air: the promise of rain and of mud (and later, nectar-dripping blossoms gone ripe with the ecstasy of fruit-flies.) I can clearly recall meeting Minérvó at the Library. I remember our quiet talk and his quiet wonder. He was a foreigner at the time, and so there was wonder in our land, or at least the exotic promise of the Yabori tribes at home in the secrecy of rainforest shadows. We talked. He asked questions. I gave answers. Until a single inquiry broke the rhythm of anything I might say.
Is there a gallery nearby? he’d asked, and I knew the point of his question. He was interested in one of the Yabori mysteries: a woven, billowing sheet of sun-stained canvas suspended between two poles. A gallery. They are the profoundest of Yabori mysteries.
We took to the streets after that, and to horseback. West. It might have been easier to take the journey to Santa Corscoro, but we went the opposite way. Into the shadows of shaggy cacti and trees with leaves as large as pillowcases. I knew of a gallery, suspended in the sun-dapple of deep forest, and I took Minérvó there. I do not remember the journey or the words I’m sure we didn’t say.
But I remember his first sight of the Yabori. He’d never seen them before, and in the dapple of shadow and sunlight playing over the gentle billow of wind-touched canvas, they approached. Three of them. They were young men: older than Minérvó and myself, but by little more than a summer or two. They came quietly, as always, a secretive note whispered in the near-silence of their footsteps. Like all Yabori, they wore skin in the colors of walnuts and caramel. Black hair crowned their heads. Like all Yabori, they spoke silently to one another. And like all Yabori, they came so that they may see
us seeing.
I told Minérvó what the Yabori expected, and he laughed at the idea of those cat-quiet people watching us see. We stood in silence after that, watching the billow of canvas and shadow and sunlight until at last, stories came to us. We saw what the stories showed us, and the Yabori saw us seeing. They watched our sight as we watched our imaginings painted in shadow, wind, and in sunlight. I cannot say what Minérvó saw, but for myself, I remember fragments…
…a stranger walking through some street in my city
…sunset before a storm over Valentin Bay
…trees at night, blurred through the window of a carriage
I don’t visit the canvas walls anymore. I live far from the city of my birth, and thus, far from the Yabori. Minérvó has remained back there: content, I assume, with what life has given him. But, restless as I am, the North has called to me, and so I have forsaken the forests beyond my city, and the
floating galleries woven by Yabori so that we may look at them, and so that they may see us seeing.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARK (anahata.c) This is what happens when I listen to Peter Gabriel and fiddle with photography before posting an image with text. OK, Jorge Luis Borghes popped in too, it seems…and well…there you have it. I have no idea who the Yabori are, but I kinda like ‘em…and so why not introduce them on the birthday of a friend?
As always, thank you for viewing, reading, and commenting, and again: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARK!
Comments (12)
durleybeachbum
Now that is a brilliant idea for displaying art works.... Mark will love it.
Faemike55
Very cool display and great narrative. Beautiful gift for Mark Happy Birthday Mark
MrsRatbag
Wonderfully done, Chip! It's never a bad idea to listed to PG, no matter what you're doing; lots of creative fodder in there that translates to excellence in your own work!
CoreyBlack
WOW! This is stunning! I love the mix of the different artistic mediums here and how they all compliment each other so perfectly. This is great! What a talented person you are and what a wonderful gift this is for Mark.
kgb224
Outstanding work my friend. God bless.
helanker
Now that is a really lovely collage. Original and beautiful. Super dedi for Mark :)
sandra46
very beautiful gift
flavia49
marvelous dedication
anahata.c
Wholly you, Chip, and a beautiful piece for my birthday. You probably know, but it's worth repeating, that "Minerva" was a goddess of wisdom (and you gave it the masculine form "minérvó" (o) (always an appreciation for the littlest touches), and "Léovēs"...well, it's kind of similar to the oldest roots for "love". (Kind of. Old Germanic roots are, well, a little similar...) Whatever you intended---given your love for just envisioning wholly created names, "Wisdom Love" isn't a bad name for your quiet shining friend. And I just love the idea of a gallery made of light and shadow on a massive canvas billowing in the wind. A gallery of the mind and heart. And I also loved the short mini-tale of you and Minérvó, and how you came upon the Yabori, and how they are so intent on watching you see. A very special people. (And btw, I won't give you any roots for Yabori, because I haven't got a clue. Not a jot. But the name sounds entirely like an ancient-rooted tribe.) So you have this amazing piece of art, an encounter with a man who we'd love to get to know (Minérvó), and amazing apparition-like vision of a gallery, and an amazing mysterious people (Yabori). And then the images. The top photo looks like someone from India, a yogi would wear such a gown (if that's a gown!). The middle one looks like our own Lake Michigan putting on one of its stormy post dawn shows. And the bottom one does look like a street with trees, flashing by quickly from a carriage. But you highlighted it all with paint-blotches, kind of the 'primal matter' of art, like the canvas has given its imprimatur to the whole proceedings. A really mysterious beautiful image and wonderful story, and thank you so much for making it a birthday gift. It's wonderful, Chip. And also for reminding me of Peter Gabriel's music. (Was it from Scorsese's "Last Temptation of Christ" or just called that? I don't remember the music well anymore...) Beautiful work of the imagination and heart. Thank you so much.
auntietk
LOVE the presentation of these three images! It's brilliant, and now I wish I'd thought of it. What a marvelous birthday gift for Mark. Superb!
dragonmuse
Lovely presentation, Each image seems fitting to celebrate Mark's birthday. Happy birthday dear friend.
danapommet
Spectacular presentation Chip and the blurred trees on the bottom is masterful!