Maia Ruth Lee’s Adventures in da Wilddd Wild East (Pt. IV)
Maia Ruth Lee, an artist we currently adore from afar, writes to us about the intersection of art and daily life in Nepal, the country from which she hails and which she wants us to hail too. Let’s give Maia and Nepal their propers. All hail Maia! All hail Nepal!
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Today’s “Ripley’s Believe It or Not” section in the Kathmandu Post informed us that “when you tell a lie, your nose heats up.” Adjacent to this illuminating nugget was a small illustration of a moth. The Chinese moth, aka the Dead Leaf Moth, is a fantastic-looking thing. There are lots of moths that mimic dead leaves, but this guy shows off a super-convincing three-dimensional illusion of a dead leaf curled round in on itself. The illusion is just like a rendering of a hyper-realistic painting!
Today I want to talk about blending in. There are several types of blending in: from the moment we enter a social ring at the tender age of five or six, we don’t want to be the kid with a prosthetic arm or parents who are cult-hippies. We learn that normal is the smartest façade. Then we are slowly brainwashed into the importance of being important, and the pressure to acquire an exclusive “membership” to a select club is indeed inevitable. And there is another type of blending in: the kind where you are desperate just to survive. This is blending in so that you will not die. For this, I give the Chinese moth one hundred points for its perfection of disguise, its mysterious will to survive and its dark beauty.
On a related note, these are some pics of me trying to blend in with my homies in Papua New Guinea at age five.