January 9th, 2014
A little while ago I found this small moth in my windowsill. It was just sitting there, as if it was
still looking out of the window. Mournful about not being able to get outside and looking at the
setting sun one more time… At least, that was the story that popped into mind when I found
the poor little critter.
Not sure what I was going to do with it I saved it in a little box. I found more and bigger moths
and saved them too in somewhat bigger boxes.
As you can see I ended up drawing them. For some reason the step from drawing flowers
(blooming or dried up) to these insects was very logical. They have a resembling fragility that I
find intriguing and feel compelled to draw.