Cat Schwenk ’98
Words have wings. They fly from my mouth. Shaped by the words that I write, read, hear and speak, I am transformed. Like the butterfly transformed through metamorphosis, I am altered by the words that surround me. Words:newspapers, books, maps, signs & symbols. Words:Jogging memory, giving direction, inspiring. Building, breaking. Embracing, repelling. Revealing, encasing. Healing, hurting. Collected like rocks or bits of broken shell. Specimens and archives. Museum and vision. Morphed into safekeeping. Unconsciously collected. A personal and mysterious anthropological project of the soul. Across centuries and borders, butterflies, symbolizing the soul and immortality, fly from the mouths of the sleeping and the dead. Aristotle used the Greek word Psyche to mean both “butterfly” and” human soul.” Psyche now connotes the “mind.” Values, meanings, changes. As I cut, fold and burn, the words metamorphose. One disappears into a fold while another appears on a wing. Relationships and meanings change.