We are on vacation here at Craft Critique, celebrating our American Independence. Rather than being stagnant this week, we thought we’d give something back, and reach out to our readers, asking you to take time over this summer to do something special for someone else.
There are so many deserving causes out there… it was difficult for us to select one. Then on June 10th, our cause came to light, when a gunman walked into the crowded U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington , D.C. and opened fire.
Crimes of hate are devastating. I believe that the Holocaust Memorials around the globe serve as sacred places where we are reminded of humanity’s darkest times so we can be sure actions of hate, ignorance and apathy are never again perpetrated against a group of people.
More than 1,500,000 innocent children were murdered during the Holocaust. In an effort to remember them, the Holocaust Museum of Houston is collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies. The butterflies will eventually comprise a breath-taking exhibition, currently scheduled for Spring 2012, for all to remember.
Craft Critique would like to send a box of butterflies as one large gift to the museum. We encourage you to share this project with your friends, families, students and children… and to take some time out of your busy summer to make one or more butterflies for the museum.
- Butterflies should be no larger than 8 inches by 10 inches.
- Butterflies may be of any medium the artist chooses, but two-dimensional submissions are preferred.
- Glitter should not be used.
- Food products (cereal, macaroni, candy, marshmallows or other perishables) also should not be used..
- Place your butterfly in a Ziplock Bag with your name and address.
Mail your Butterflies no later than September 15th, 2009 to:
Attn: Butterfly Project
649 N. Spring Street
Elgin, IL 60120
You can read more about the Butterfly Project and access teaching tools HERE.
And this week we will be bringing some simple and beautiful butterfly crafts to help inspire you.
Thank you for participating and have a wonderful Independence day!
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing against a white stone….
Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.
Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
Born in Prague on January 7, 1921.
Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.
Died in Aushchwitz on September 29, 1944.