IF-Insect
I remembered one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the bark of a tree, just as the butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to come out. I waited a while, but it was too long appearing and I was impatient. I bent over it and breathed on it to warm it. I warmed it as quickly as I could and the miracle began to happen before my eyes, faster than life. The case opened, the butterfly started slowly crawling out, and I shall never forget my horror when I saw how its wings were folded back and crumpled; the wretched butterfly tried with its whole trembling body to unfold them. Bending over it, I tried to help it with my breath. In vain. It needed to be hatched out patiently and the unfolding of the wings needed to be a gradual process in the sun. Now it was too late. My breath had forced the butterfly to appear, all crumpled, before its time. It struggled desperately and, a few seconds later, died in the palm of my hand.
That little body is, I do believe, the greatest weight I have on my conscience. For I realize today that it is a mortal sin to violate the greatest laws of nature. We should not hurry, we should not be impatient, but we should confidently obey the eternal rhythm.
- Nikos Kazentzakis
7 Comments:
Love your painting style!! REminded me of Chagall.
Beautiful picture, looks like it came out of a dream.
I really like your unique approach to painting. I'll look for more of your work in future IFs.
A lovely drawing and a good story to remember ...
Karen
http://www.karensblog.com
Lovely story and work. It really is reminiscient of Chagall, who is a favorite of mine!
beautiful image...
I love the way you put words to a picture. You truly do have an illustrated blog. :o) Incidentally, the story reminded me that you can't help a chicken out of an egg for similar reasons. Everything in its own good time. Thanks for reminding me of this. :o)
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