This transient creature is the Brahmid Wachili, or nocturnal "owl moth”,

the largest and rarest of the species.  Year after year she emerges for a short time in late winter. 

The moth's determined and self-destructive attraction to light makes her a potent symbol of

ardent longing and blind faith.  Fragile and vulnerable, this mystic totem appeared 

to me in a dream during a period of release and transformation, whispering, ‘tell your story’.

 

Much like the qualities of depression and repressed anger, the moth flies through the night,

navigating via the moon and stars and during the day, camouflages herself in plain view.  

 

The diary pages incorporated into this cloak were selected specifically for the weight of

their content: interwoven accounts of self-recrimination, sexual violence, and domestic abuse.

Dissected and then woven together in a new, more grandiose whole, these stories not only

become bearable, they empower the wearer with freedom from secrecy.