A spiders’ web has always been a symbol of beauty and
complexity to me. I wish I could capture
the action of a spider spinning his web, from start to finish, in person. The way rain lingers onto a web and looks
like dew drops, little sparkles to illuminate the silky threads in the
sunlight. The texture of a web is
strange as well, what about a web makes it sticky and flexible, stretchy and
buoyant? I can’t help but think of the
saying ‘You’ve spun a web of lies’ and
wonder why something so beautiful, such as a spiders web, has become a part of
such an evil metaphor – a metaphor of dishonesty, disloyalty, and
darkness? I suppose, depending on what
type of spider you are, sometimes the web doesn’t look so organized or pretty,
sometimes its merely a mess of cob-web in the corner of a cabin. I’m curious now, to see what type of spiders
spin what type of web – which one’s spin the beautiful ones that stand out in
nature for all to see, and which ones spin the death traps that you
involuntarily run into or find behind the TV.
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