A web has been a defining image for me since my childhood in Brazil. Ever fearful, yet fascinated, by the large, hairy, hopping varieties of spiders, I nevertheless had to admire the beauty and brilliance of their home-making skills.
When I moved to North America, grew older, and began to garden in the western Catskills, I began to appreciate the smaller spiders that wove filaments so gossamer, I would walk into them before I could see them. In the early mornings, I found dozens of small webs attached to the clothesline. Tiny dew drops adhered to the web threads, and when they were back-lit by the rising sun, they sparkled like the facets of highly polished minerals, grounding me in earth and water.
Air and space came next: I continued to love the way the threads interconnected giving possibility to endless variations and permutations of pathways, routes to take, or avoid, towards a center. The air-filled weavings allowed room to breathe, space to contemplate, nodes to move from, or to stay.
As I have lived my life, I have cherished intersections of ideas, cultures, philosophies, disciplines, languages and humor. With the help and humor of Sharon Morgan, I now find that our electronic technology allows me to create a web of my own. I hope it will interest you.