Ingredients: Rives BFK, Thai unruyu paper, vintage music book page, vintage ledger,
vintage postage stamps, acrylic ink, Caran d'Ache crayons, ephemera, watercolor pencil.
The butterfly effect is a metaphor that encapsulates the concept of sensitive dependence on initial conditions in chaos theory; namely that small differences in the initial condition of a dynamical system may produce large variations in the long term behavior of the system. Although this may appear to be an esoteric and unusual behavior, it is exhibited by very simple systems: for example, a ball placed at the crest of a hill might roll into any of several valleys depending on slight differences in initial position. The butterfly effect is a common trope ( figurative language) in fiction when presenting scenarios involving time travel and with "what if" cases where one storyline diverges at the moment of a seemingly minor event resulting in two significantly different outcomes. -Wikipedia
The implications of this theory are huge and wide-ranging, so I won't go into them here. But it does beg the question: Does every action we take really have the potential to influence the world? Whether it does or not, perhaps we should consider living our lives as if it does. Because if we did, we might live more thoughtfully, more carefully, more in harmony with everything and everyone.
What got me thinking about this was a post I came across at Trudi Sissons's Two Dresses Studio. Here's a bit of Trudi's wonderful introduction to The Butterfly Effect OPEN, a project of the Holocaust Museum Houston, in Texas.
The Butterfly Project mandate is to remember the 1,500,000 innocent children who perished as a result of the Holocaust by collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies. In Spring 2013, these butterflies will then become a breath-taking exhibition to serve as a memory of this event.
The idea of using butterflies to symbolize the children came from this touching poem, written by a 23 year old man living in a Jewish ghetto, who later died at Auschwitz.
I Never Saw Another Butterfly
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone....
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure
because it wished
to kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.
Written by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
Here's another small way to make a difference. Junk mail is something that always makes me angry. Why should trees be cut down, energy and resources wasted, to send me things I DON'T WANT? It seems I get the same catalogs and ads over and over; I swear, some advertisers must send out mailings every week! It also boggles my mind to think how much profit they must be making if they can afford to spend the kind of money it undoubtedly costs to print and mail all of this junk. So I was intrigued when I saw this postcard:
I'm going to try to do this, if only to aid in increasing awareness of the junk mail problem, as well as contributing to what will surely be an interesting array of art made from recycled materials. I enlarged this card as much as I could so that you could read it, and participate if you want to; you could win something, too. For more information, go here. I'll post my junk mail when I finish it.
Happy affecting, my friends!