the otter & the caterpillar
GREGORY IS THIS ALL?
MY LEGACY?
IS THIS WHAT THEY'LL
REMEMBER?
LETTERS HERE SPELL
"GREGORY".
IT'S SO SURREAL.
IS THAT ME?
NO. I GAVE
THAT LIFE AWAY.
NOW I HAVE
TO MOVE ON.
LEARN TO LIVE
DIFFERENTLY.
LEARN TO RISE ABOVE
THE OLD ME.
BE SOMEONE NEW.
BUT HOW?
WHO AM I NOW?
(NORA approaches GREGORY.)
NORA ARE YOU LOST?
GREGORY WHAT? NO, I'M JUST—
NORA WHAT DO YOU THINK?
GREGORY HONESTLY?
NORA YES, OF COURSE.
GREGORY I THINK THEY'RE JUNK.
NORA JUNK? PLEASE, GO ON I'M INTRIGUED.
GREGORY THEY'RE SELF-INDULGENT.
THEY'RE OVERWROUGHT.
THE PAINT IS HEAVY,
BUT THERE'S NO WEIGHT.
THE COLOR'S MUDDY.
THE FORMS ARE FLAT.
HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO VOICE
FEELINGS HE NEEDS TO EXPRESS.
NORA (playful) Tell me what you really think.
GREGORY (shy) I will. Thanks.
NORA PEOPLE HERE ALL
DISAGREE.
LOOK HOW WELL
THEY'RE SELLING.
HE'S ON A ROLL.
GREGORY BUT HE'S A SHAM.
HIS ONLY APPEAL
IS HE'S DEAD.
NORA WE'RE ALL DYING.
EVERY DAY.
ARE YOU GOING
TO BUY ONE?
GREGORY AM I BEING—?
NORA IT'S A JOKE.
GREGORY SINCE WE'RE REVIEWING
HIM, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
NORA I SEE LONGING,
AND I SEE PAIN
IN THE VIOLENT COLOR
AND SENSUOUS LINE.
THE FORMS JUST FLOAT
LIKE BALLOONS IN THE SUN.
TOO BAD HE HAD TO DIE YOUNG.
THESE PAINTINGS PROMISE GREAT THINGS.
NORA
SUCH POTENTIAL,
IT'S REALLY SAD.
I'D LOVE TO KNOW
WHAT WENT ON IN HIS HEAD.
HE GAVE THIS GIFT TO THE WORLD AND DIED
NOT KNOWING WHAT HE DESTROYED:
A LARVA WHO'S STILL ON THE WAY
TO BECOMING A BUTTERFLY.
GREGORY
PROMISE? WELL,
THAT'S ALL HE HAD.
A STEAMING PILE
OF UNFULFILLED
POTENTIAL.
YOU CAN'T LIVE
YOUR WHOLE
LIFE INSIDE
A SHELL.
GOT TO BREAK FREE,
GOT TO SAIL
THROUGH THE AIR
AND LET FALL
THE CUCCOON YOU DESTROYED.
BOTH
WHEN YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN WAY.
YOU'LL BECOME A BUTTERFLY.
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