Ink, acrylic, pen, collage on sketchbook paper

These butterflies have been with me all spring – in my garden, in my belly and on the paper. They get me all fluttery with new ideas. I didn’t get new baby chicks this spring, figuring I had enough to do with a big high school senior to launch. But then came the fluttering of butterfly wings to distract, or maybe to help me with my own transmutation.

THe words above say “what would you do for love?” I imagined going into a pitch dark cave on a rescue mission, armed with nothing but Love. There’s a monster in there, but no, the monster turned into me in a mask with butterfly wings.

I’ve been reading Jill Bolte Taylor’s book, My Stroke of Insight, so full of new insights for me, and contemplating the hemispheres of my own brain and how they work (or don’t) together. Then I ran across this creativity test on the internet, and while I scored 60% right brain, 40% left brain, my scores pointed to a lack of balance. Maybe I had a stroke and didn’t know it. Or maybe I’m just cursed to live a life where all problems get solved by my circling around them several hundred times first. I’d gotten used to this about myself, but it sure drives my family crazy. So take the test only for a good laugh, and whatever you do, don’t let it tell you you’re not creative. We all are creative. We all have right hemispheres, and our brains have the plasticity of Silly Putty (well, not that much maybe).

Oh, you simply must see Bob’s latest post titled “Stroke”, such an interesting sort of abstraction, which almost seems like an illustration for Jill Bolte Taylor’s book.