When my oldest was 4 she nicknamed a white butterfly Rosie. Two years later she still exclaims, “Rosie!” upon seeing a white butterfly. She knows it’s a different butterfly, but in her wisdom she wants to hold on to each magical moment, to push pause, to slow it down, savor it. I suppose painting these moments is cathartic for me in some way, perhaps preserving this magic in paint. This painting symbolizes the inevitable, the change, the flying away that will one day happen, for her and I.