Moth forms the next work in my exploration of exoskeleton and prosthetic architecture. NASA moon photographs depicting a sole astronaut roaming next to his flimsy vehicle are evoked. Travelling on a sea of equations the journey into space is made. Similarly, all aesthetic judgements are born of number and calculus. The language of numbers in Moth intersects with my obsessive-compulsive past. Moth is about metamorphosis and the journey towards light or a solution. Such is the short life of the Moth emerging from its exoskeleton carapace to fly its erratic vectors before succumbing to the strange attractor of pure light. Moth is a central metaphor for the human condition, which combines a Moth Boat with the prospect of the viewer as a driver.