Introduction Greenhouse Blu’s

Every day she leaves the house at the same time, she crosses the same street, she passes the same houses, she walks along the same path, one empty of humans. There, someone on a bicycle, cycles towards her, only to disappear behind her. It feels like this someone is simulating the thousand thoughts that enter her mind, without warning, without asking permission, to then disappear into the unknown, as if they never happened. She takes the same pictures, with a different state of mind, while carrying him, save and tender, all along her way. Every day.

“Your Green Planet,” he says.

“My Green Planet is not that green,” she replies. “For you I will build a new one. With a Green House on it, embraced by a blue sky, sharing heaven’s sound.”

She arrives at the bus station. Meanwhile she has seen nothing but her own vision, in squares of color and pieces of construction.

“The art of thinking,” she whispers to her consciousness, “is an insane invention.”

The bus arrives. She gets on the blue bus, she sits herself down on a green seat, she pulls out her red mobile phone and starts creating.

A pixel, another pixel. “I am not a pixel pusher,” she thinks, “I am a pixel arranger”.

In a disguised world the hidden thought has to be placed well. One has to know what to do, while knowing nothing else. And she does.

She rises towards destiny.

She understands within limitations.

Her limitations. His limitations. Your limitations.

She colors blind spots. She uses his preferred colors.

Then again she leaves spots visible, dark as dark can be, and she makes herself comfortable inside them. “Inside your darkness I feel your light,” she thinks.

She imagines living.

She imagines a comfortable life for the loved one.

She breaths, she strives, she creates.

The Greenhouse she pictures overshadowed with reality is one you overlook.

It is one you don’t perceive correctly.

Not now.

Maybe then.

The vibration of a distant echo promises love.

For now it is a mirage of life no one ever lived.

But then, when the time is right, when the art is due, when the work manifests in space in any way possible, it will be a wish come true.

“You are a genie in the bottle, my love. And then, when the then is now, you will be the genie with a wish. Your own wish. Your wish come true,” she says silently. “Maybe you can see it. Maybe you can visit it. Maybe you will like it. My Greenhouse. It is not mine, actually. It is yours. On our Green Planet.”

These words she speaks to the carried one.

And we, we can only watch her passing by, thinking: “What is she up to? Where is she going?”

And while she is in a mode of invisible change, breathing into the invincible wind, she takes the monotony of space along her timeline and transforms it into a symphony of colors.