Paul Villinski’s swirl of butterflies are made of recycled beer cans that once littered the streets of New York. In two of his latest pieces titled Fable and Rise, Villinski presents a visual melody of butterflies blooming out of the crevices of a cello and an electric guitar, respectively. It feels as though you can hear the music. The sculptor’s conscious choice to represent butterflies in his work stems from their transformative nature. Like the metamorphosing creature, the used aluminum cans evolve and are given new life in a beautiful form.
(I know you’re suspicious of unspecific love poems).
You’re more like a sunflower,
growing in the courtyard of an old folks home–
you mean things to people on a daily basis,
and this petty poem won’t explain
just how “my favorite” your face is,
but I wish I’d been your bathroom mirror
the day they took off your braces.
Crimson, eleven, delight, petrichor.
Colorful houses of Montreal.
mycroftlaughingalonewithcakes:
…this was supposed to be some super serious fan-comic but then my brain farted on the second page.
Could someone remind me how to breath?
i was prepared to cry
i didn’t mean with laughter, though.
sweet jesus i wasn’t expecting that omg yes
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