I wonder what it's like to dissipate into butterflies.
This one took me a while. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know how to execute it.
The head was rather easy, but how I want to represent being "of butterflies" was rather difficult.
I know that I didn't want to draw butterflies in place of the entire body.
Originally, I wanted everything to look like they were floating in the air. Everything lifted. But it didn't look... right.
After I started drawing the butterflies, I wonder what I should do with the areas of the body that weren't going to be covered with butterflies. This is what took me so long. I don't know how many times I erased the left side of the body, because none of it looked fitting enough. I did research, watched the beautiful lifecycle of butterflies..., drew patterns that looked liked wings that haven't emerged yet... and so on.
In the end, I just decided to colour it in.
So it perhaps, helps with the smoky effect when a butterfly decides to fly away, leaving that piece blank.
As you know, I am no expert at drawing human bodies.
I think I did okay here. I think the leg proportions may be a bit off. Oh well.
I did rather enjoy drawing the butterflies. Because of my great affinity for them.
Every butterfly is a piece of the puzzle. And marks the passage of time.
I don't know what the tone of this doodle is. Is it sad? I'm not sure. Is it happy? Not particularly.
Does it represent life or death?
Even I'm not entirely sure...
The woman's eyes are closed... but her arms are slightly spread, her palms are open... as if giving into it all, willingly.
