I had an interesting conversation with my uncle the other day. He’s an artist, and he was looking through a couple of my paintings. I paint butterflies a lot, and I haven’t figured out why those particular lepidoptera (I had to search that up to seem witty) appealed to me so much. He asked me why I do though, and I had to think (I don’t do that very often).
~and so I thought.~
~and so I realized.~
Butterflies. What do they signify? To me, they symbolize freedom from constraint. They aren’t held back by ‘earthly barriers’. I also like the way they look. The patterns on their wings are so random. They remind me of the abstraction of the human mind. It is capable of great things, but also so messed up that it isn’t easily deciphered (or recognized). Perfection in a mass of scribbles.
~and so I painted this.~
I was gonna do an acrylic, but I felt like going free with some watercolor instead. It was fun :)).
On a lighter note, I was recently nominated for one of our blogging community awards, the ‘outstanding original blogger award‘ by Kashvee. Thanks! Unfortunately, I haven’t the time to participate. I didn’t want to half-ass it, so here we are :((. And there was another award, the ‘Liebster award‘ from Anish’s blog. I was then called ‘thefeministwriter’. (I didn’t go meh that time, apparently). I was nominated for this a shamelessly long time ago, and I forgot about it. I’m so sorry, I won’t be able to do this one either.
Peace out peeps.