The poor flower kept saying to the airborne butterfly:
“Don’t fly away!
Our destinies are different: I stay put,
Yet we love one another, we live without human beings,
remote from them;
and we resemble one another – some say that both of us
“But alas! the breeze carries you off, while the earth ties me down
– what a cruel fate!
I would like my breath to perfume your flight
in the sky!
But no, you travel too far! Visiting countless flowers,
you fly away,
while I remain alone watching my shadow circle
at my feet.
“You go, then you come back, then you fly off again
to shine elsewhere.
So every morning you find me
bathed in tears!
Ah please, so that our love may glide along faithfully
(oh my king!),
take root like me – or else give me wings
“La pauvre fleur disait au papillon céleste.” Victor Hugo (1802-1885) (Courtesy of my friend Jeremy, who named the painting)
This painting has been a struggle for six months. I have agonized over minute brush painting of each individual butterfly, keeping the gold leaf fresh and clean, and freezing over what I should do next. It got too precious. While idolizing Damien Hurst’s butterfly series I needed to make the concept my own. This is the last of my Damien Hurst-like geometric series for now.