There is something rather abject about a blog such as this which says "there are no followers yet- be the first" at the top of the page. I pray the mighty Lord Google that it doesn't remain so.
So what is Mundane to Miraculous all about?
It's aim is to describe the process, in all its gory (and boring) ups and downs, ins and outs, turning up good, bad or indifferent detail, of how a normal person (namely me) transforms a life of relative conformity to one of humdrum miraculousness.
Of course we will have to define (and agree) terms, especially I would imagine, that of miraculous (and more specifically humdrum miraculousness). And I promise you that we will. Later.
Recently I have been doing the rounds of the London art galleries- last weekend I was at The Tate Modern (slightly distracted because I was accompanied by my two young children). I visited several galleries, one of which was the scene of much mirth as Tyler (nearly 5) and Cicely (almost 3) dismantled a rope cordon keeping you away from a beautiful metal and wire sculpture (whose name and creator eludes me).
I visited (and paid £10 for) the exhibition of Mexican artist Gabriel Orozco. One of his works consists of pieces of blown out tyres he had collected over several years from Mexican highways filling the floor of a whole room interspersed with puddles of melted aluminium.
Another installation, "Lintels" is pieces of that stuff which gathers in the filters of tumble driers draped over a room full of metal wires.
I will confide in you dear reader (you could "be the first") that these two pieces of art didn't transform my whole life or transport me to other places. But they did get me thinking about someone having the courage to throw their whole life at the mercy of Providence (my favourite muse/ goddess or whatever she is).
It is quite a departure from conventional wisdom that requires "you get a good job with more pay and you're okay"- your creativity and happiness is at best a lucky coincidence or more likely, irrelevant, or worse, an indulgence, or even worse still, nothing but a hobby.
And it reawakened a belief I have refused to totally relinquish that it isn't just Orozco who can throw his life at the Lotus Feet of the God of Bad Financial and Lifestyle Decisions and have it come up smelling of shredded rubber, artistic freedom and self determinism.
