"When I saw the moth the morning after leaving the painting to dry, I realized I was faced with a moral decision.

In many ways, I was responsible for the death of a harmless creature. Trapped in the paint, blinded and most likely incapable of flight, the moth was doomed to die.

But still, I had to face the principal conundrum. Do I keep the moth there? Or do I remove it?

I chose to leave it there. The simple fact was if I removed it, its death would have been for nothing.

It would have suffered just to get throw away.

And, in many ways, its death profoundly changed the painting itself. Its morbid yet compulsive aura opens the door to countless thoughts on our own lives."

This is a small part of the essay that accompanies this work.
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