dead words butterflies

This started as an illustration Friday piece and sort of grew from there. The word of the week was "canned" which I didn't like at all, but it did made me think of those animals and insects that are preserved in formaldehyde, and how, preservation of something, often destroy it, not because the thing itself is gone, but because the meaning and the use of them is gone, and so a beautiful spontaneous and very fragile thing, like a butterfly, or even a spoken word sometime, becomes useless when it's dead in a box or written down in a book.

Forgotten

The word of the week for Illustration Friday was "forgotten" I was thinking about it when I was out with the computer writing e-mails back to people. I was writing to my father. He and my mom stopped talking to me about 2 years ago, but then when I was in Israel a couple of months back, I met my dad, we are back on talking terms now, but it's hard, the anger and disappointment is still there.

I was thinking about the old "forgive but never forget" phrase, and how those 2 things, that seem opposite, are actually not opposite at all.