This object was created to NPR’s Shearwater Tiny Desk Concert
My brother and his lovely one live on their houseboat. A gift should have presence without mass.
Sketching and sketching and sketching, trying to find the medium that glows like the finished bugs. Slightly worried that it will involve egg yolk and incredible powders of the merchant.
Sending this was not fun. Took it in, asked if there was a box, with padding, that would fit and protect the smaller box. He took it away, came back with the entire thing boxed and taped. Taken aback, my mind yelping at him, “Wait, where’s the closing ceremony!? the last glance? Where’s the ritual?!” If something ever needed to be hand delivered, this was it.