One misty night in July, in the depths of winter (seasonal and my own), I took a picture of the streetlight opposite the street. This piece is inspired by that. Dear diary, from my last mint, you’ve gathered that I sit on that chair on the porch and work at night when I have the most clarity. Well, I’ve also spent a lot of time looking at that light... Corecore playing in the background, softly, as to not wake anyone. There’s beauty in the melancholy when you’re at least walking in a direction. I think there’s something romantic about a moth being drawn to light. It’s poetic when anthropomorphised. Some lights are synthetic and others are natural, but all should be a symbol of hope, because there are too many things in this reality that symbolises hopelessness. I’m Icarus, flying close to the sun, but I wish to be a moth that would forever chase it instead.

Digital painting, 600 x 1067 px (635 kb)