The Stucco Butterflies are coming. I worked on them all weekend and I was covered with cement today giving them a coat of stucco. I made six butterflies and all went well with five of them.
As I was forming the shape of the sixth butterfly the tip of his wing fell off. Dam. I hate when that happens. But it took me only seconds to realize that an accident can sometimes be a doorway to a new direction.
So I put it on in a new way and added a couple more shapes and a new kind of butterfly evolved before my eyes with a wonderful flare that I never would have done without the accident.
You can tell which butterfly went thru the transformation. Unique because of the trouble. It became my favorite butterfly.
However I think that accident made it weaker. It fell off the table and lost parts of its long tails. I quickly evened the wings out and they are still unique. I am amazed at how tough these stucco butterflies are. They get knocked around in the wind when I hang them up and I like that.
I am tough too. I have been broken and I hear that sometimes you are stronger in the place where you were wounded. I know I am a unique person with lots of quirks and twists that are the direct result of broken hearts and lost homes. My development has been shaped by the hard times and also by the times when I stood up again and kept going.
This is one way I could imagine finishing the broken butterfly. He is a good excuse to try different things on as he has been through so much already that he can take more chances.
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