Today I was spraying water on one of my plants and I noticed a tiny little spider scurrying under his tiny little web, as a sudden downpour of water came to surpirse him under the morning sunlight. A few years back, I did a story on massive sculptures, bigger than life, that accentuated the more mundane aspects of our experience. A large squrrel made of collected images of squirrels, a ship made out of manila envelopes. Questions of sapce and the relativity come to mind, like being a child in a place and revisiting that same place and thinking how small everything now seems. The little spider's world is so much smaller than mine and yet I can easily place myself into his experience, knowing what small felt like to me before.
