Recently I found a beautiful photograph of a batís wing stretched out over a lit surface; the patterns of veins in the transparent wing membrane look like meandering rivers.
Painting on handmade Japanese gampi yamaguchi paper turns it into a skin-like membrane. When dry, the paper flutters with the slightest movement.
This piece became a map of something lost with the hope of finding it again.
Bats are of the Chiroptera order ó from the Greek meaning hand-wing, thus the title. As a child growing up in the country we watched bats at twilight. Now there are very few in New Englandís night sky.