Acrylic on stretched canvas, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

I had a strangely biblical dream, full of fluttering wings. I dreamt that at Creation, when God pronounced ‘Let there be light’ all the moths flocked to the light. The moths were already there, their dusty wings spilling out into the universe, filling the gaps and becoming worlds.
I didn’t start painting this intentionally, but for days it felt like those moths lived in the back of my mind. The rustle of shifting bodies in the dark stirred again when my brush hit canvas, and I kept seeing the bright lights of a universe stitching itself together on moth wings.