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
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.