(I know it's been a thousand years but I suddenly remembered this thread exists and I have more art lol. Anyway, this one was painted just the other day, but I sketched it during lunch back in December on vacation with my family. This was my view at lunch that day. I have another related painting I'll have to dig up soon.)
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
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