Picture: Ghost butterfly

Sorry for the moth!
My hand
Found it
In Paradise flower.

My short century,
Your short term
You're the man
I am the moth.

Flutter, knowing-
Will rake, sweep
Hand blind
And my flight.

But if you think
And means to be,
And when he had finished thinking,
Finish to live -

We want to live
My short term
All eyelids fluttering,
Like a moth.

( William Blake )


The painting is made in the author's technique with pastel pencils according to the sketch with colored ink on cotton textured paper . Halftone colors change depending on lighting. Pastel is on the verge between drawing and painting and requires very good lighting. Then the infinity of shades appears, the game of translucent layering.