Sunday, June 6, 2021

"Moth" collage series

 I've been playing around with collage. Namely mixed media on index cards. Really fun and am pleased with what I've come up with. Some collages are random, some I go in with having a specific theme or idea in mind.

I wanted to do something related to Mothman. I used my sketch of Mothman in this collage.

"Moth" mixed media collage on 5 by 7 index card, Regan Lee 2021

This is the second paranormal themed card I've done. I did one of a praying mantis  - it's posted at my Orange Orb blog. 

This has inspired me to do a series of cards based on UFOs, cryptids and otherwise mysterious things.

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Childhood Memory: Giant Eagle-Bird Creature

Not Mothman exactly. But a memory of something that happened when I was very young involving a giant bird that covered the opening in the roof. A winged, bird like creature. A Garuda? Mothman researcher and writer Andy Colvin has mentioned the Garuda figure (a mythological bird creature, eagle like, in Buddhism) in the context of Mothman. 


 Childhood Memory:  Giant Eagle-Bird, oil pastel on paper, Regan Lee 2021

Memory. Logic tells us, me, it was "just a dream" of course. But I remember this as real. It really happened.

I was four? In my bed, no covers. Right in the middle of the bed, spread eagled. (no pun intended.) I was, as usual, waiting for "them." I knew when they would come -- whoever they were. Or, whatever they were.

The only thing I remember in the bedroom was the bed -- no covers -- with me on it, right in the middle of the bed, no covers, and waiting. The ceiling opened up. Slid open, like the panels in the roof of an observatory. 

I wasn't scared, but, I was in awe. I knew I was safe, but also, that this was important.  Meanwhile, my father and mother and grandmother were standing in the bedroom doorway (no door) surrounded by yellow light. They could not come in. Not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't. They are being held back by some kind of force. Something was keeping them from entering.

Meanwhile, the ceiling. Open. Only sky. Night time sky, beautiful brilliant stars. And a huge bird, with a wingspan to immense it almost covered the entire sky. Wing tip to wing tip across the bedroom roof.
And I was waiting for it. Him, her, I don't know. I don't think it was either. Or, it was both. But I knew "it' would come, and take me.

And I was not afraid. I was in awe. I was amazed. I was happy "they" were back. But, not scared.

I never had a bedroom that was stark -- meaning, just the bed in the middle of the room. And I don't remember having siblings at the time. I am the oldest, so I was at most, six. But I know I was younger. I remember it being the Corning Street house (in L.A.) so, no siblings yet. 

Also, strange my father would be there. My parents were divorced at that time and I don't remember him being around that much then. My grandmother however, did stay with us.

Monday, January 4, 2021


 On 6 Degrees of John Keel, Kendra Maurer writes about an experience she had as a teenager while on a school camping trip in The Wandering Canoe.  She references Mothman, though the post isn't about Mothman, and the excellent Where the Footprints End. 

Friday, January 1, 2021


 With all our hopeful energy assuming 2021 has to be better, maybe it will be.