Yesterday was a quiet day spent pausing to remember all those lost on 9/11 and their families. I have a quilt I designed and created in the wake of this tragedy that hangs in my entryway. Every day I see it as I pass in and out of my home, going about my daily life and I remember. I believe that the simple act of remembering helps to heal our collective consciousness.
The image I posted today is a piece of art I just created for a secret project and I wanted to share it because when I sat down to make it, I had no idea what would happen. Sometimes art is like that-it creates itself. I have an obsession with these little houses I designed and can't quit making them, so that is where I began and this is where I ended up. It's about healing.
The joined hands represents a few things: Grief is always lessened when it is shared, we can only get through it by leaning on those whom we trust and who love us; we must stand by one another-we're all we've got (Thus the number 2.) and it is the simple act of reaching out that comforts and strengthens us in the worst moments. The home represents refuge and safety and the butterfly, of course represents transformation.
It never ceases to amaze me what happens when I get out of the way and just allow the creative process to happen. I hope the recipient of this piece will find comfort in it. It has reminded me what my life's purpose is. Last night as I was falling asleep, the wisdom of the great Mahatma Gandhi resonated through my mind: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
He is right, the best way to dispel darkness is to be the light. Sometimes we think changing the world requires us to do something on a grand scale, when in truth, it is the simplest of acts that make the biggest difference. Even a butterfly can effect change by simply fluttering its wings.