Here’s something you’d quickly learn about me if we spent time together in the summer: I have an irrational fear of moths (butterflies are no friends, either). To say it’s embarrassing is a huge understatement. I’m a grown woman! These are small bugs! And this summer I’m trying to come to terms with yet another winged creature that is making its every-17-year curtain call on the east coast, the cicada.
I’m using artwork like this cicada print to inoculate myself. It’s pretty, aesthetically speaking. I can get behind those lovely geometric wings. Art nouveau jewelry helps, too. Throw in a little steampunk and I almost like these critters.