This morning’s post bought me a dusky moth in a small plastic box – from another artist answering my call for moths. Finding a moth, boxing it, wrapping it, sending it – how lovely is that?
Feeling that I should honour the gesture I put aside other things and drew it this afternoon so I could send her the image with my thanks. And while I was at it I drew another X-ray; but they don’t look like X-rays. They seem to have a life of their own and look much darker, much more to do with Death, try as I might.
They don’t dominate the paper – the moths images are holding their own, but the piece is now undeniably a dialogue about Mortality between the two – with me in the middle.
