THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Sometimes when I have a swap to do I give it too much thought I have always found that I am better creating on impulse.And so it was last evening when I looked at my list of swaps and decided to leave them to another day,  my thoughts turned to altering another tin can.
I am not sure why butterflies flew into my head but they did and what started out as a simple assemblage grew into something much larger.
The can was covered in adhesive aluminium tape and the large wings were attached with paper clips .These were cut from mount board as I did not have any tin large enough. The wings were covered with tape and scored to create texture.I used Ranger/Tim Holtz alcohol inks to colour the wings and tin.


It was then just a case of cutting out plenty of butterflies from tin lids and colouring with the ink.
I use wire beads and bells to create the effect of flying.Added  my favourite eyes and a image of a young girl to which I added wings.
And we have THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT



I am not a great fan of alcohol inks but for this project it was my only choice.I did intend for this can to have some sort of deep message but decided to keep it more whimsical  this time, but I have plans to create another soon.

My Mother came to me this morning she was dropped of by my Brother with whom she is staying while he had two business meetings. She looked very frail and Dad’s cancer and her own memory problems are taking a toll. She wanted a haircut and Dad had requested new pyjamas as he does not like the open backed hospital gowns ( WHO DOES ) So a trip to the local Mall was called for, we timed it right for a haircut in the walk in salon but they were so SLOW it was painful to watch. Or perhaps as I get older I am getting less tolerant.
Anyway a Military style haircut was  the result not my choice it could have been so much nicer but Mum was happy with it and we went for a coffee.
Good old Marks and Spencers  you can always rely on them for a great coffee or pot of tea and Mum seemed to be coping well.
But by the time we returned home the agitation and worrying were beginning to show and I found myself repeating the same thing over and over and I guess the brain can only cope with so much before it overloads.
Last year instead of Christmas cards I donated the money to Alzheimer’s research and this year i will do the same and although Mum has not been diagnosed officially with this horrendous disease I feel I want to help raise funds.It is so cruel in the way It takes so much from the patient and the wider family.