This first series is named after a somewhat mystical figure. I've never actually known a naturalist, let alone a naturalist's daughter, but somehow she has always been the overseer of this work. I like to think of her, 100 or so years ago, looking through collections of butterflies and botanical prints in a light filled, slightly musty room. Perhaps she thought, as I do, how strange but also how comforting the presence of beauty is amongst these small and broken things.