Running among the butterflies

Because there, each summer, thousands—no, hundreds of thousands—of butterflies would gather, and I would run among them, chasing them, all those brilliant hues floating about. I never actually tried to catch any. It was just the swarming of all that color. And that was my initial association when I saw the slides of Shapinsky’s paintings for the first time. They reminded me of the butterflies back in Calcutta, and the rhythms of classical Indian dance, too—another great passion of mine. I knew I must be in the presence of a profound art if it could inspire associations like that.”

By Lawrence Weschler (The New Kings Of Nonfiction, edited by Ira Glass)

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Krista Stevens

I'm a runner, reader, writer, and editor.

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