The Butterfly Effect

Today I want to invite you to participate in this project.

http://twodressesstudio.blogspot.com/2010/08/butterfly-effect-open-is-calling-you.html


Gathering 1.5 million handmade butterflies to commemorate the 1.5 million children lost in the holocaust.

The project's name is derived from this poem:

I Never Saw Another Butterfly

The last, the very last,

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone....

Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure
because it wished
to kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in here
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942