The return of humor:
On the other hand, Sunday night, I dreamed a group of butterflies (which I just looked up the term for — a kaleidoscope of butterflies) came flying towards me. They were all transparent, I could only see their outlines, except for the one in front a black butterfly with fragments of color on its wings. I led an artwork shop for kids yesterday, and used prang watercolors to paint the butterfly on my mind. The black in the set is actually a very dark green and very nice, though overall the colors were weak and hard to layer. When I came home, I used my current favorite background color, Daniel Smith’s Shadow Violet to finish it. I may make a formal painting of this later as I think of ways to present the transparency of the kaleidoscope and the brightness of the leader of the group.
I’m drawing daily to help manage depression, long-term disability, and life in general. If you’d like to see the beginning of this project, you can see it here. You can also follow me through WordPress or on Facebook.
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Return of humor!! I remember after one extreme, long-lasting bout of depression as I began to come through to the other side I realized the sensation of champagne bubbles tickling upward in my belly was actually humor. I laughed with pleasure for the first time in a very long time. What a gift!
I like your kaleidoscope of butterflies! Hope I can see future paintings of this. 💝
I love that bubbly champagne metaphor. Life is pretty bleak without humor so I’m glad to feel it again.