Every Butterfly Needs a Cocoon Collage

I was painting, when am I not painting. I mixed up a lavender tone. I had a fresh sheet of paper and a brilliant thought. Bring color and balance to every garden. What an idea! I was in my flow. I could go from idea to idea, let go. Then came noise. My mind was cluttered. I was painting to finish. Peace was no longer there. It was, always is but I detached from it.

The Allium I painted, it was the wrong color, wrong stems, and most of all it didn’t come from the inner me. How could it? My best happens in my zone, in my cocoon. Yes my cocoon is where nothing exists but me and my idea. Sometimes you have no idea. The skills are always there. Skills can always be improved.

An hour later I was in my zone and sketched a beautiful Allium. I will paint the Allium and share the rest of the story on a later post. My point for today is that we are all butterflies capable of being that burst of color that happens upon you. Butterflies remind us to flutter flutter and be color.

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