Recently I've been very fascinated by the study of insects. Inspired by a friend who had been working at the Natural History Museum. I explored her own private collection of insects & loved the intricate way she pins the insects, labeling details down to the specific type of the bug, date, time and place she has found it. With jars of live insects as well as dead ones, though it sounds very morbid, i found something very endearing in the collection of such fascinating creatures.
I especially loved a random piece of art she had found in a charity shop by an unknown artist made purely out of dead butterflies. I would like to think that the artist had not killed the butterflies herself but had some how found them all dead from natural causes. As unlikely as that seems.
