It was partly inspired by The Dark Mountain Project, a complex initiative that I recommend you read about. Partly it was inspired by a dream I had of Death's Head moths flying about my bedroom.
I never code meaning into my drawing deliberately, because I think, for me, it is more interesting to 'read' them once they are completed. That is a more intriguing process for me as it allows multiple meanings to come forward. I suppose this is what people do when they try to read strange dreams which they may have had. Or even what we do (or, at least, what old English Literature students like me do) when we read hidden, deeper meanings into the narratives of novels. We seek the authors' intended, but concealed, message.
When I first finished this drawing I thought it was about the way we cover our eyes and try not to see bad omens. I was thinking particularly about occurring and encroaching ecological disaster, how we often cannot face the fullness of reality. That maybe even to do so would be to go mad from powerlessness.
Since our loss, the drawing seems to have taken on new meanings.
The belly looks empty, the placement of the Deaths Head moth over her heart (initially I was going to place it lower, on the belly, but thought it might be bad omen so didn't. Ha.) where I now feel this pain, the gesture of covered eyes seem more grief stricken...
I have called the drawing the Seer, for it now seems omen-nous in itself.
Anticipation does not create ease. We are often told that our fears will not really come to pass. But they can. They do.
I think now that our only real power lies in the way we respond in the face of fear, death and loss.