A
tidal swell of pink moths flutter toward enlightenment, but only
three will make it. What they learned defined them, made them see who
they really are, both as similar to and different from the rest. They
are achemon sphinx moths, stalkers of vineyards, fueling themselves
on the grapes of knowledge for the strength to fly off and pollinate
rare orchids. Misunderstood, they hide what they know, because who
would believe them?
Original colored pencil moth drawings and collage of marbled paper from old books on birch panel with the sides painted black. Measures 12x12 inches and .75 inches deep. Varnished to provide archival UV protection.
Pick up or delivery available if you live in the Seattle area. Contact me to arrange details.
A print of this piece is also available here.
