Hyposmocoma HauntED
Ink on paper, drawn November 2019
As cliché as I find the simile "like a moth to a flame,” it does a great job at succinctly describing strong, undeniable attraction gone wrong. I am sure the flame hates itself when the moth’s wings turns to ash within it. I am sure it mourns. And I am sure the moth wishes it could learn to see the flame as something ugly and deadly, even if neither are ugly at all. But both are drawn to each other nonetheless. Is such faith in a better outcome beautiful or grueling?