Moths

Moths took hold of Rowena -the dusting of scales on their wings, the fine calligraphy of their antennae, the quiet drama of their night-time emergence. At Knepp, we were seeing astonishing numbers, and Rowena would come to pore over what we had drawn to the light in our moth traps. Soon she had her own trap in Somerset, and a whole MOTH world opened up to her: delicate, fleeting, endlessly various - creatures of darkness that fed her imagination and slipped, luminous and patterned, into her work..