Contemporary butterfly painting Tamil lacewing
Is this contemporary butterfly pastel painting suitable for your collection? Is it part of your story? Do you have anything in common with this big spot of colour, or maybe with the being that inspired him? Cethosia nietneri (the Tamil lacewing) has such a modern combination of colours, orange, yellow, black, and white on a gray concrete background. It evokes industrial associations in me, it is large and intense, and yet it is a butterfly, it is an element of nature, it was not intended to flatter our tastes or fit in with trends. I do not paint whole butterflies any more, now I paint only the wings and the emptiness between them. This one is still a complete insect, it sits quietly on the paper, not even twitching.
Maybe due to its subject, this picture fits a country cottage? Maybe it would find itself in the company of dried roses and fragrant herbs? What if it hung in the bedroom? What thoughts would it provoke in the morning and what before falling asleep? What character would the living room hosting it acquire? Often, when looking at a finished painting, I ask myself such questions. It takes me a lot of time to create a painting, I browse photos of butterflies, prepare sketches, and finally sit down to paint. Somewhere in the process, I lose my distance to the work, I look at it for too long to be able to judge it, but I’m always curious about what others think about it.
Contemporary butterfly painting Tamil lacewing specyfication:
- Dimensions: 100cm (width) / 100cm (height)
- Technique: Rembrandt soft pastel + Conté à Paris fixer
- Lightfastness: no less than ** (up to 100 years according to ASTM Standard D4303)
- Paper: Fabriano Accademia 200g + custom background
Year and place of creation:
2020 – Olsztyn, Poland
I didn’t think I’d be painting butterflies. Moreover, I thought it was such a clichéd, kitschy topic, so colorful, girlish, tender. None of these things. Certainly the variety of colors and shapes of butterfly wings is shocking, it is an endless treasure trove of inspiration. It was through this beauty that we pinned them to our walls and looked at these dead bodies without spirit. My butterflies are dead from the beginning. They lack soul, flat and still, only the colors of their wings vibrate. These lifeless, scaled jewels allow us to reflect on the beauty of the world, its diversity, and remind us of our determination to acquire beauty at any cost, at the cost of our lives.
These are not hyper-realistic images, they are only supposed to be a simulation of the beauty of nature, a bit flattened, curled and remixed, torn, decomposed. The torn out wings hang in the void of paper, but no one has died, no one has suffered the fatal blow of a pin to feed our soul. Long live the butterflies!