I have started the moth wings………..painting, not drawing. I am finding it hard to be expressive in paint. I haven’t painted for ages, small or large. Maybe I have just got used to having a pencil in my hand.
Yesterday I counted all the wings; eighty – three. They are extremely beautiful – many with an extraordinary metallic dusting. I wonder what evolutionary purpose moth ‘bronzer’ fulfils…….
When I was gifted a matchbox full of wings from under a bat roost it was the massacre of such soft and gentle things that resonated. Dismembered in a clinical way and only the wings left………Hannibal Lechter on a grand scale.
I decided to paint each individual wing as a memorial and had intended to paint them as a ‘pile’ at the end at the bottom of the paper. They are of course so thin that there is no such thing as a pile. At present I have no solution to that problem and am just continuing to paint one wing after another trusting that some form of conclusion will present itself at the end.
It is a very meditative way of working. Quite new to me
