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Flying Flowers (and the trees in your veins)

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I’ve got to say that I absolutely love this computer chip-ified butterfly “e-Lepidoptera” by Ludo in Paris.

I’ve always had a bit of a thing for butterflies. I adore gadgetry, too – especially when it takes such a beautiful form.

Did you know that recently researchers (Scientist Isao Shimoyama of the University of Tokyo and Hiroto Tanaka of Harvard University) were able to actually create a little mechanical butterfly?

This whole new understanding of how butterflies fly could mean big things for biomimicry in the field of aerodynamics.

But that is not why I’ve always loved butterflies so much. Of course, their natural beauty is astounding and inspiring:

(Each of these pretty critters are from The Evolution Store)((Seriously, you can forget that these colors and these color combinations come in nature))

No, I think what entranced me so much about them growing up was the thought of metamorphosis. How a dear little caterpillar hunkers down into a chrysalis and emerges a colorful flying creature.

Some times people need to do this, too. Not everyone was born with their wings apparent, but rest assured they’re there. Some people are against the cocooning sort of phase, be it in ourselves or in others. I feel like I know a lot of people feeling stuck and lost and unsure what to do with themselves right now, and it’s so easy to get discouraged and/or depressed. But why not think of it as phase where you’re just working out how to find your wings. And then, you’ll fly.

And on a sort of similar note (at least if you’re in my head)..

Do you remember my post in January about Roberto Kusterle’s beautiful photography? And how I talk about imagining myself as a tree, of sort? Well, Andrew Carnie, is a devotee of both science and art, and creates some lovely pieces of work that manage to merge the nature outside (trees) with the nature of our insides (nerves and such). And it’s surprisingly lovely how they can be so similar.

He’s got a show in London through September 10, 2010 if you’re local.

(Also, *ahem*, the term “Flying Flower” comes from a favorite childhood film of mine that began my intrigue, I believe, into butterflies)

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I’ve had photographer Roberto Kusterle‘s page open in one of my browser tabs for a really, really long time. I’ve always intended to show off a smidge of his amazing work, but obviously I haven’t as of yet. Well, today is the day it does seem because I have always, always wanted a pair of wings. It just seems like it’d be right on me. Granted, that could just be influenced by my being referred to as pixie-esque for a good lot of my life and going by the nickname Tinkerbell (or just “Tink”) for two years in college. Indeed, it was always amusing to be walking around and have some person I didn’t really know shout out “Hi Tinkerbell!” across the Green as I passed. Or make a connection to someone in my fiction writing class a few years later who, when we realized we shared a mutual friend, exclaimed “Oh! You’re Tinkerbell!”.

What can I say, my nicknames and apparently odd style has a tendency to precede me. But, that’s besides the point beyond to say, I guess, that I have always had an appreciation for ethereal and otherwordly things; and apparently so does Mr. Kusterele, who’s work does delight and invite into an intriguing world in which I do not live. But, it’s not like those two worlds are separate. What I find interesting, is the ways in which they connect.

I like how the wings seem so normal here. It’s interesting how they seem less like a body part than an article of clothing you put on; something you could choose to have on or off; have different pairs for different occasions, different needs. Maybe sometimes you feel like flying, maybe sometimes you don’t. Maybe sometimes your wings get dirty and muddled, and they need a bath. Maybe you lose your wings. Maybe you’re devastated because you liked them so much. But, maybe you can get yourself and new pair. A new pair of wings.

I like trees, obviously, if you haven’t noticed. I think it’s because of, and it’s kind of hard to explain, the human side of them. Metaphorically speaking, perhaps. You know how people can say “oh, so-and-so is a very grounded and/or down to earth kind of person”, or “oh so-and-so’s head is in the clouds and/or such a dreamer!” Yeah? You’ve said something like that before, yes? Well, I’ve been called both, at times; though, as I’ve said I’m a very in-my-head daydream-y kind of gal. But, I can be realistic, and practical, and totally thoroughly logical. Its kind of like a tree, and how it has it’s leaves all up in the air, free and rustling with the wind, branches going every which way all wily-nily. That silly top of the tree with it’s head in the clouds. But that very same tree with the free- for-all leaves (and fruits and flowers, and etc!) also has roots that flow deep into the ground. It has a core. Its grows a new layer every year. It reminds me of someone who once told me that I was very head in the clouds-y and that to feel more grounded, I should close my eyes and imagine that my legs were a tree and to picture roots sprouting from the bottom of my feet and heading into the ground. Sometimes I do that; but mostly, I think it’s nice to think that you (and I mean we all) can be both. Each part needs the other to be.

See what I mean! The top of your head, your hair: Leaves! Ha! And, I’ve always thought it would be kind of fun to have a hat like that. I’m working on it.

This one makes me think of affection and human touch. How it lingers, and how energy spreads and sticks with you.

All pregnant ladies all over the world get the baby belly. It’s what comes next that’s interesting. I mostly thought of the recent article in the New York Times about mother’s in Germany and the ensuing commentary in the comment section regarding mothers and whether they should or should not work and governments do or don’t or should or shouldn’t support families. What’s best is a never-ending debate.

And, with that, I urge you to go check out more of Robert Kusterele’s work; it’s definitely interesting:

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