Musings: Seek and you will findOctober 7th, 2008 – 8 Comments |
Butterflies are likely to appear in gardens, meadows and tropical locations. Even the hardest urban environments can be blessed with their color, whimsy and charm. They even surprised us on a recent visit to the Broad Contemporary Art Museum in Los Angeles (BCAM). Artist Damien Hirst, famous for his formaldehyde entombed animals, has used the colors and luminescence of thousands of butterflies for the two pieces on display “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” 2003 and “The Kingdom of the Father” 2007.
These works move us from the all to physical world of steel and stone, to a mystical place as you begin to realize the stain-glass windows you see from across the room are actually thousands of wings on display. They are beautiful and inspiring. Check them out online http://www.broadartfoundation.org/artist_33.html or when in LA see them in person at BCAM 5905 Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles.
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“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty…”
~Maya Angelou.
The most rare, and most beautiful butterfly in the world is the “Morph” butterfly.
Here is a link….
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:Hunawihr-morpho-butterfly.jpg
“Just when the caerpiller thought the world was over, it became a butterfly”
Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes. ~Author Unknown
“Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you…”
~Nathaniel Hawthorne.
The Goliath Bird-wing butterfly is the second-largest butterfly in the world. It lives in Indonesian Rainforests and has a wingspan up to 11 inches (28 centimeters). Here is a link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goliath_Birdwing
My Favorite Quote from -The Unbearable Lightness Of Being
“”The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful… Their love story did not begin until afterwards: she fell ill and he was unable to send her home as he had the others. Kneeling by her as she lay sleeping in his bed, he realized that someone had sent her downstream in a bulrush basket. I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”~ Milan Kundera
I love my new butterflies panites!!!!