There is a synchronistic magnetism that occurs when I find a dead insect. They find me. I privilege them as minute and magical beings that are left for me, waiting. They are still and silent and I am able to see them.
Through a drawing, I honor fragility as I create empathetic odes to entropy. Emergent images swell and grow within as the insect strives to be tangible; meticulous detail exudes an ambiguous sensuous essence. A neural reaction is evoked as line and form seduce, while a simultaneous psychological aversion to the subject matter instigates revulsion; the discomfort of anticipation and anxiety are quelled through the focus on minute particles - the often overlooked. Intuitive observation and hypersensitivity stimulate a process of introversion while sensations of seduction whisper secrets of repulsion, affirming the ability to feel validating the instinct to emote.
I expect nothing from my thinking mind. I am sure of my insects.