~~Sometimes I paint something long ago and then I see it in a new light, under new circumstances, or through a new lens of experience. I completed this painting over three years ago at a time when Deng Zi Mei, a real woman had inspired me. She is a lowly clerk who works in the factory that produces my goods. She is dedicated to the smallest detail. She does accounting not in yuans, but in tenths of yuans, in threads, in snaps, crumbs, loose grams of stuffing fuzz. The smallest and most insignificant thing does not escape her eye in my factory. It used to drive me crazy when she would ask if I preferred a new kind of thread because she thought she might be able to save me .0025 RMB per day in floss cost.
Then I learned this frugalness and thrift was her love language to me and the kindly Uncle Tu who owns the factory and for whom she tries so hard to please. I have always sensed hidden greatness in her. It would not surpirze me to learn she had millions of dollars stashed away under her mats or had written an epic novel under a pen name or is the party secretary of our province. I have seen her single handedly take on government officials and customs bureaucrats to win some insignificant concession for me. It is this spirit in her that reminds me of Shaista, my friend who fights Lupus and who brings forth from her long and surely tedious days the most amazing efficient poetry. Tiny and sparse words, like Miss Deng's pennies and loose threads, that knitted together are mighty and grand.
Now, during the Chinese New Year holiday, our factory is closed. Only Miss Deng stops by daily to check that the gates are locked, and that the spent red fire cracker paper is swept up, and that no lights have been left on to burn wastefully. She does this while she waits as the sole resident of our workshop for the return of Uncle Tu, our workers, and me at the end of our holidays. I have no doubt that as I write this post, she has written in her beautiful calligraphy, spring couplets on two strips of chalky red paper and pasted them on the doors to our factory. Her poetry, like Shaista's is short and to the point. It will say something like, Hark! A New Year! Spring Comes. Work hard. Blessings Here.
And so it will be true.
Lupus In Flight---fly there now.
