
Wow. I’ve read Callie’s self-proclaimed “opus” but I didn’t see some of these unanswered questions. (PiscesGirl—Nia says you’re absolutely right—an opus usually means a large musical piece. But it can also mean a literary work or composition… such as a book… and since Callie’s been referring to Invisible I as her opus for the past couple of weeks, it’s been ingrained in all of our brains.) You guys all threw out a lot of great suggestions last week, but to give some method to the madness, I thought we should start at the beginning. As <3MLE<3 and Stef Stone pointed out, let’s go back to the source of it all, the center of gravity: Thornhill’s car. Maybe together, we can make sense of Amanda’s artistry. (But I have to say—NO WAY, Cornelia helped paint that car, none. She has her talents, but art is not one of them, plus, she would not have have been able to keep that kind of secret this long. Oh, and I asked her. No go.)
The VP’s ancient Honda Civic was parked far enough away from the crowd that the noise of the onlookers was muffled, or maybe it was just that the sensory overload of looking at something so vivid made it difficult to register anything else. The clouds had rolled in since we’d first looked out Thornhill’s office window, but even in the watery sunlight of a March afternoon, the car pulsed with color and energy….
From a distance, we’d only been able to see the biggest shapes, but up close you could make out the detail work – tiny birds carrying intricate olive branches, long daisy chains intertwining with meticulously drawn rainbows. It wasn’t just bright and colorful, it was really, really, good art….
“Amanda didn’t do anything randomly. And I have a really strong feeling right now. This”—Hal pointed at the car and looked from Callie to Nia—“is a message. My totem is the cougar. Strong but solitary.”
Nia pointed at the bird. “That’s me,” she breathed, her voice quiet and almost dreamy. “Night owl. Wise. Independent.”
Hal jostled me gently in the shoulder, and I realized it was my turn. “Bears are strong,” I said slowly…
“Look!” Nia was sitting on the pavement by the driver’s side door, pointing at the very edge of the car’s side panel, just behind the tire. Unlike the cougar, this animal was immediately recognizable to me.
“The coyote,” said Hal.
“Amanda’s totem,” announced Nia.
