MOUSE-LUCY, THE BIRTH OF LIGHT
- foscaworld
- Jul 25
- 2 min read
Updated: Sep 10
Mouse-Lucy, the Birth of Light
In the thickness of a night without contours, I search, my thoughts sliding among fragments of stories and shards of symbols. Beneath my fingers, an image quivers: fragile, ready to open like a breath.
I take up a needle dipped in Indian ink and let it run across the pure cotton paper, smooth as still water. No pencil, no eraser: each line is irrevocable, a pulse engraved into the very fibre. Thus is born an invented tarot card, the first of a secret deck, tiny and vibrant, resting in my palm like a living secret.
Then Mouse-Lucy appears, hands clasped, her throat pierced by a sword: scar and light intertwined. Her mouse’s head carries the tenacity of discreet beings, those who always find a passage, even in the dark.
At her feet lie the zurna, an ancient breath still silent; the cacao pod, a bitter promise of fertile rebirth; the great closed book, guardian of unspoken truths; and the carnivorous plant, sentinel devouring all that holds back momentum. Her mended socks bear the memory of paths travelled, each stitch a victory over the fall.
Suddenly the card vibrates, its lines widening; a glow seeps in, black and white beginning to crack. It breathes. Before my eyes, it unfolds and becomes a monumental canvas, two metres of pure, vibrant linen. I lay colour upon it with the finest brush, in pointillism, until each shade quivers: golden yellow, deep turquoise, iridescent pale pink — light wrested from the night.
Mouse-Lucy stands there, transfigured, haloed by a circle of stars, crowned with three points where memory, desire and faith find their balance. Three immense flowers guard her:
the lily, arrow of purity and hope,
the parrot tulip, baroque corolla, intoxicated with desire and metamorphosis,
the hyacinth, guardian of untouched dreams.
From the tiny card born of a needle to the vibrant breath of the canvas, I offer a fragment of myself: a journey from darkness into light, a fragility embraced and turned into strength.
Mouse-Lucy, saint and mouse, carries this universal message:
“Even marked by shadow, I still believe. And I move forward.”