As an artist I’m always noticing and observing. Most of the time I think that I’m being clever and quite sneaky about my observations; I am solely in the background, not part of the story. This week however, I was in the midst of it whether I wanted to be or not. The forces of nature took over.
For the last three days, every time I stepped outside, I was surrounded by butterflies. As I walked down the street they playfully circled around me. As I laid at the beach they fluttered about my head like little fairies. At first, I just smiled at these beautiful little creatures and let them become an afterthought. But everywhere I went there they were, secretly whispering into my ears, “see us, notice us, dance with us”.
So of course I researched the symbolism of a butterfly and found that most often it is associated with change or transformation, and in many cases this change is connected to one’s soul. Most importantly, as far as I can tell this change tends to be positive, full of hope and life.
Although I’m not completely whacky where I believe that everything is symbolic of something else, I’d like to think that occasionally there are earthly signs that guide us if we are open to them, and this one seemed to slap me in the face.
Who knows, maybe nothing will come of it, or maybe I am now a bit more prepared to embrace whatever grand changes unfold.
As a child I was deathly afraid of dogs. Even if a dog was on the other side of the street, I would start crying and make my mom pick me up until the dog and the fear passed. I’m not exactly sure why I was so scared but as I reflect back, I was pretty much afraid of everything all the way up until I left home for college. Perhaps it was a combination of overprotective parents along with my quirky, introverted personality. Anyways from that moment on nothing scared me anymore...I still can’t quite figure out what prompted the change, but I imagine that the freedom of taking care of myself and meeting new people opened my mind to endless possibilities, and fiercely confronting everything I once feared.
Somewhere along the way, I went from deathly afraid of dogs to loving pretty much every dog I have had the pleasure of meeting. I no longer saw their wolf-like qualities and large fangs, but instead saw their kind demeanor, warm hearts and instinctive, protective nature.
Most of all, I LOVE Bear! He’s not even my dog; he’s my sister’s dog. We have this special connection that I can’t really explain. I babysit and visit him often enough where now my life would be empty without him. He is playful and loving, wild yet calm, and brings me an inner joy unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Perhaps for the first time I understand what it means to be unconditionally loved.
The artwork above is silly and simple and just popped into my head as I was thinking of Bear this week. Just like me he enjoys the simple pleasures found in nature. One day I might commit to adopt a dog of my own. But till then, I’m lucky that I get to spend so much time with this big guy, who is now over 100 pounds by the way!
ART INSPIRED BY LIFE