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This was the first painting in the series, though the artist didn’t yet know a series would follow. Two hands form a viewfinder, framing a face that turns to stone within the triangle: cold, metallic, unreadable. Above hovers a moth with a damaged wing, fragile and imperfect, yet still in flight. The title borrows from a song the artist clung to during a vulnerable time, a private refrain of defiance and longing.
