Rabble and the H-factor

"The word rabble usually represents a disorderly crowd, but we recently learned that a group of butterflies is also called a rabble." (from the Houston Center of Contemporary Craft) Turns out that while we were in Houston, there was a "very special opportunity to contribute to a rabble—and not one, but two, public art projects." (HCCC)

To continue quoting from their site:

"As part of our 10th Anniversary celebrations, we are asking our members, friends and visitors to help us turn colored origami papers into three-dimensional butterflies that commemorate special events and activities this fall. Look for tables set up in the small gallery or lobby, where you can sit down and learn this simple origami fold. We expect that, over the course of the project, the installation of your butterflies will grow to cover a complete display wall at HCCC."

"The butterflies will have a second life during the Spring 2013 unveiling of I Never Saw Another Butterfly at The Holocaust Museum Houston. The Museum is collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies in a visual remembrance of the 1.5 million children who perished during the Holocaust. When the rabble settles down at HCCC, we will contribute the butterflies made by all of you to this honorable project. So, come on over, get folding, and join us for this fantastic community project."



Mia was loving it, and made 4-5 butterflies at the museum. She hasn't really stopped thinking about how we could make and use these butterflies. Tiago made one and then found some shiny origami paper to make a jet. Joaquin loved starring at them on the wall. Talia was streaming and yelling about everything. We stayed as long as we could with her antics or in this case her attempt at rabble rousing. I confess I was more than tempted to join in the craziness, but I got over it. Too bad the kids will not have the chance to see their butterflies at their final resting place. I just isn't really appropriate for their ages.