Taking just a bit of a break from chickens. . .this art journal piece was a demo for the Petaluma Arts Association earlier this month which I finished yesterday. It’s not really possible for me to do a complete demo of an art journal painting beginning to end while people are watching. There has to be that quiet space for the meaning to come and bring it to a finish.
I was going through my travel brochures from Spain and found these beautiful illustrations of the butterflies in a national park I’d visited. Butterflies is a pleasant word, but papallones literally bounces and dips like these iridescent creatures. I did a little internet research and discovered that the Greek word for butterfly is psyche! Well that got me thinking about what the butterfly effect is on our psyche.
Les papallones, transformation, beauty and joy. Ephemeral beauty and joy. The kind we chase after and grasp for, while it eludes us, fluttering just out of reach. We get transience when what we wish for is permanence.
The substance of the world is change, of our thoughts is quicksilver. Fly through each doorway as it opens. Do not tarry, longing for happiness to stick like gum on your sidewalk. Watch it cavort, always in new disguises. Be light as a butterfly. The ephemeral is the Real.