My Butterfly Story

​​The Butterfly Story


This video was created somewhere near my 4 or 5th month of recuperation from Brain Aneurysm Surgery. 
I drew the outline of this butterfly 🦋 probably sometime in 2014. I sent the 81/2 x 11 page to the printer to be blown up. When I received the 36×36″ image, I felt disappointed. There were blotches that I thought of as ugly. I didn’t want to throw it away so I rolled it up and put it in a corner. 
May 6, 2015 I underwent brain surgery. When I came home 🏡 I had help to complete the physical tasks I needed done, I had not been given a care team from the hospital to design a plan for me. We had inquired several times but received no answers. I decided to create a plan for myself / my brain. One of the components I used was coloring and creating Zentangle images. The foundation mantra of this practice is : “There are no mistakes.” If you make an unintended mark on your paper, just create something else from that mark. 
After awhile I wanted to move passed the 8-1/2 x 11″ sheets of paper I’d been drawing on.  I wanted a bigger challenge. I looked over in the corner and spied the unpainted butterfly rolled up and sitting in the corner. I said to myself,        ” You might as well start with this butterfly instead of trying to create a new one. “.  I rolled it out. I Rubbed my hands across the surface of the paper to reacquaint myself with this old friend. I was willing to look at it with a new perspective- There are no mistakes. 
It took maybe 2 weeks for me to complete coloring it. 
I layered colors and blended. I was falling in love with this butterfly. It was beautiful! 

Why am I telling you this story?  I’m sharing this story because there are many people who look at themselves in such a way that it limits the distance they could go, it dulls the brilliance within, and it keeps them hiding the beauty that them. Is that you?  

I believed for a long time that “I couldn’t make anything beautiful “. I viewed my attempts at drawing with disgust. I doodled for years in books, notebooks and even in my Bible, where no one could see them. After my brain surgery I re-discovered my love for my own handy work. As a child I loved what I drew or colored. Somehow, as I grew up my attitude changed for the worse. Now I’m back!  I allow what I feel to come out. I don’t usually know what my image will be. I let it flow. I’m not deeply in love with every mark I make, but allowing is what I needed to do. Allowing myself to be me in any moment feels so good. I’m an ARTIST. 

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