More thoughts than drawings these days. My material things are being dumped and divided into piles: nostalgia, necessity and nonessential. As soon as I finish this sorting, I'll get back to cutting. I need about 500 wings.
And I have to figure out the rice paper screen idea. I'm thinking of writing on the rice paper first and then erasing the words. Of course, that's insane... To put so much effort in creating and then destroying. Perhaps not. It'll be an act of silencing/erasing myself which doesn't make sense.
I think I was more inspired by the cocoons than I thought. I originally was drawn to butterflies last summer, but they are at the end of their lives. En masse, I imagined a swarm of black butterflies... Or charred, burnt butterflies as an omen. But I decided to lighten up and go with the naive hope captured in the initial stages, when one has not entered the world but can only imagine the potential.