Our long awaited butterflies nestled safely in their chrysalises finally began showing signs of emerging.
Watching closely as we wait…
“Caterpillars make chrysalises and moths make cocoons.”–Margot
“No, caterpillars make cocoons. The book I read said it.”–Spencer
“No, the book you read is wrong.”–Margot
After days of observing and drawing and waiting, finally the butterflies start to emerge…
We research.
We reenact.
We gaze.
“They can fly at night.” — Britton
“Yeah, the lights from the cars can show them the way.” — Quinn
(shortly later) Quinn and Britton work together to build the butterflies a house out of the bricks.
“To keep them safe.” — Britton
“Yeah, safe and dry. The drips can only go through here (small opening).” — Quinn
“We need pillows so they can sleep in it.” — Britton
“On another day I’m gonna put paper in here so the butterflies can sleep in it.” — Quinn
Releasing the butterflies…
“Maybe they want to get married. Or maybe they already got married in the box.”–Margot
“How did they learn how to fly?”–Ada
“A flying coach.”–Sylvie
“Their mommy taught them.”–Eleanor
“That’s the legs and those are the eyes and that’s the beard (lines by face).” — Eleanor
Drawing at Light Table with Chrysalis and Poop…
“I need white. I need to draw a chrysalis. I need white.”–Madeline P.R.
“No. Chysalises are green. See?”–Quinn
“I need white.”–Madeline P.R.
