I paint and write because I have to. In my mind, there is no other option.
It's therapeutic in a way, self-indulgent in another. Creating like this is my passion and my whole life I have been drawn to it, like a moth to flame.
I began making moths just for myself: for the relaxation and meditative aspects of it. It's quite soothing, making these little creatures. I have long admired taxidermy moths and butterflies, but wanted to find a way to preserve their beauty with no creatures being harmed/killed (though I know many mounted specimens are found already dead). Plus, I thought painting moths would be a good challenge of technical skill (an area in which I continuously need improvement).
The Penguin Dictionary of Symbols notes the unique dichotomy of moths, that they are symbols both "of the soul seeking the godhead...consumed by a mystical love" and "of faithless frivolity." Both are represented by the image of the moth fluttering around the candle frame until its wings burn. In a more personal sense, moths to me are representative of creativity: that I am constantly drawn to the mysterious and divine in it, but that if I'm not careful, I'll burn myself out trying to reach it.
I've always felt a certain kinship to moths. We are both most active late at night, when the rest of the world is sleeping. And though we live in a world of darkness, we seem to expend all our energy seeking out beauty and light. We're silly, dusty creatures who are continually evolving, even if right now we're just cocoon goo.
But my moths make me happy. They are peaceful, contented reminders of creative potential, of metamorphosis, of the beauty found in darkness.