acrylic paint, photographs and transferred photocopies on canvas

46 x 48 inches

“The desire of the moth for the star,

Of the night for the morrow,

The devotion to something afar

From the sphere of our sorrow.”

                                      -Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Tell me when you forget I’m here.”

                                      –Emma Watkins, age 5, playing Hide and Seek

A piece about my maternal grandmother.  The images on the left-hand border are scans of a brain deteriorating from Alzheimer’s.  The insect is a Luna moth, a nocturnal creature, named for the moon.  Unusually large and pale green in color, this dramatic-looking moth lives for only a week.