(drawing by my dear friend Roooland)
The Moth is the uglier sister of the butterfly… She hasn’t got much make-up and other sparks to catch your eyes but she has poetry, she has courage and lives passionately. She doesn’t like the sunlight but rejoice at moonlight.
The moth undergoes four complete metamorphoses during its lifespan which alone gives it the right to wear the dress of mysticism. Its navigation, using the moon and the stars, the capacity of seeing ultraviolet rays and hearing through their wings are just a few other wonders that these beings are gratified with.
I know the moths bother you…they have already ruined half of your outfits and you desperately fight against them. But the fact is that only one species of moth eat wool. Its larva, more exactly. The moth doesn’t eat at all.
Here you’ll hear strange stories about sheets of paper changed into shimmering beads elegantly strung around the neck, about earrings proud to be descended from read and abandoned books and magazines, about musical sheets singing silently, once more, in a lady’s ear and many other incredible stories …
I’ll show you the beauty of the beast, the beauty of the moth…