Transform your walls with this symbolic moth painting by Aimee Schreiber. Featuring a yellow io moth with a textured gold leaf halo against a backdrop of star magnolia blossoms, this painting invites you to contemplate transformation, hope, and resilience.
Details: This original acrylic and gold leaf painting on a 11 x 14 inch canvas-wrapped board comes framed in a captivating black closed-corner carved wood frame with gothic accents and antiqued gold leaf that measures 14.5 x 17.25 inches around the outside.
Aimee Schreiber is an artist and poet based in Tumwater, Washington, known for her symbolic paintings of moths. Drawn to their intricate patterns, otherworldly colors, and evocative symbolism, she often elevates her subjects with gold halos and dramatic scale to invite viewers into the unseen worlds both outside and within themselves.
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The Reverberation collection explores hope, balance, and our impact on future generations through moths and magnolias. Though magnolia blooms last only days to weeks, the trees can live for centuries, providing food, oxygen, and medicine to sustain life. Similarly, many moths emerge from the cocoon with no ability to eat and live just a few days—existing solely to reproduce and ensure the survival of what comes next. Both creatures speak of impermanence and cyclic beauty, of purpose and creation.
Together, these forms become meditations on the generative nature of hope and healing. When we fix our gaze on what we’re nurturing, we begin to shape a more harmonious present and a more cohesive future for those we’ll only meet through our reverberating actions. Rather than a passive longing, hope emerges through active creation, protection of beauty, and courage to seek new paths forward.
This poem is based on the titles of the 9 paintings in this collection:
Early light
trembles and chants
a nascent incantation
Is it? …are we?
unsung synchrony?
or vast reverberation?
Almost awake,
immersed in a promise
not of our choosing
Seashell grandma sighs,
“Seafoam child, rise–
summon the morning…”
Hovering chords
vibrate, resound
conjuring day
beneath and around
the music we play
as fast as we can
–a pattern, no plan…
The notes spill out
and flicker
in silk, in stone,
in sky, without
pausing to remember–
we’re not alone.
Newly born, we try
to hold the moment
with truth, tenderness,
as the possible invites
us to converge,
toward resonance
Our melody may find
a future generation;
bud to branch to breathing–
hidden to hope to healing–
sometimes misplaced,
but sometimes,
salvation
Colors vary from screen to screen and are represented as accurately as possible. The metallic leaf and glossy, protective varnish create interesting, shimmering effects depending on the angle of the viewer.
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