Our story

It all started with a single cocoon I’d found on a branch one fall afternoon while walking on a local trail.

I brought it home, gave it a comfortable environment to overwinter, and waited. Months later, in the middle of a May night, I witnessed the moth’s emergence. A Cecropia moth—huge, velvet-green and crimson—emerged in the enclosure I’d prepared for it. I sat on the floor watching it stretch its wings. That moment captivated me.

I continued reading everything I could find about rearing, pinning, framing. I ordered small batches of cocoons from ethical breeders, photographed each emergence, pinned the perfect ones, and built simple frames by hand. My residence became a quiet workshop with rearing enclosures, stains, and shelves of archival supplies.

Friends started asking for pieces. Then friends of friends. One frame at a time, the work grew into something I could share. I named it Sylvaura Grove—sylva for forest, aura for the soft glow of wings in light, grove for the small, protected place where these wonders are born and preserved.

It’s still just me, in one room, raising moths and butterflies, crafting frames, and sending out tiny pieces of that first night’s magic. No big plan, no rush—just one careful emergence at a time.