If I was to pair Zoe Keller's work with any literary piece, it would be Virginia Woolf's essay, Death of the Moth. Both women reflect on nature's processes- the birth, the growth, the withering- through a lens so unassuming yet so profoundly earthly. Zoe does this visually, sparing celestial celebration and existential angst to present her audience with an observatory stance on life, showcasing flora and fauna in black and white realism. To add to the charm, the images are
