They open out like enormous fans in a sumptuous light, subtly not green or black but casting living shadows on the tiny butterfly who is in ecstasy at their beauty. Larvaed in sound celestial, they give way like precipices cracking. And Butterfly is about to enter into its initiation towards flight. The tiny thing is lifted, flung and cruelly manhandled. But no go.
Butterfly rests on the earth.
It lacks motivation and sheer energy. So its Calvary has begun. There are fierce noises, obscene ones and also heavenly outbursts of requiem-like choirs. Sound floods in upon the little object from every angle. The musical score of this Butterfly is a major part of its success.