I had the unusual opportunity to prepare and exhibit at Geraldine’s Gallery which as it happened was my grandmother’s house while I was growing up. My grandparents had a farm complete with pigs, horses, cows, geese, chickens, dogs, an apple orchard, ponds for fishing and hay fields. Magical for a child. What I remember most was the freedom to roam and study the moths and butterflies. I referred to the classic book written by Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, of how we experience intimate places.  This moth series gave me a way to explore these intimate spaces from nestling into the sweaters of my grandmother to flying around in the barns behind her house.