Audrey
I arrived at work bright and early on Monday morning, feeling energized after the weekend.
The luna moth I had brought home from the botanical gardens was safely tucked away in my bag, and I couldn’t wait to incorporate it into my second project. I had made my decision over the weekend: I would encase it in resin, thus preserving it for life, and then affix it to the bodice of the dress I was designing.
‘Life Cycle,’ I would call the dress; I had picked out the swatches of blue and green fabric that I would use from the online database over the weekend, soft silks that would flow like water when moved. I would make a long cape that would attach to the wearer’s ring fingers, which would look like wings when the arms were spread.
So much for one week of life, I though
