Showing posts with label spiders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spiders. Show all posts

Monday, 12 November 2012

November 12th

 

an eye blinks turquoise

from the fisherman’s drag net

the dancing satyr

I went to the Bronze exhibition at the Royal Academy. I’ve been to a lot of the big hitting exhibitions this year and Bronze is right up there. There were so many pieces covering 6000 years of history, unsettling old pagan pieces, pre-classical from northern Europe, of unknown function, all the way to the modern day where Bourgeois (one of her wonderful spiders seemingly skids across a wall), Moore and Matisse amongst others, were represented. The exhibition paid respect to both Asian and African artefacts too, the Nigerian pieces were astonishingly beautiful.

Perseus and Medusa (a copy of Cellini’s original) was also imposing, him holding aloft her serpent head, with serpents seemingly also spilling from her headless neck as he stands triumphant over her fallen corpse.

But my favourite piece, was the first piece, which get’s a room of its own as you enter the exhibition. The Dancing Satyr, a Greek classical piece pulled from a fisherman’s net off the coast of Sicily, fairly recently (1998). He’s incomplete, the leg he balanced on, both arms, part of the head and his tail are all missing, but this does not diminish him. The powerful realism really struck me, the definition of the muscles in movement of something beyond human, the detail in the face and hair. It was quite astonishing really.

It’s a great exhibition. Well worth going to!

Photo from the Royal Academy Website

Sunday, 21 October 2012

October 21st

 

droplets congregate

drag her delicate trap down

visible, useless

spider slick with mist

the crystalline deposits

on her silken threads

Thursday, 20 September 2012

September 20th

tense long limbs twitch feel

one eye open seven shut

a hunter waiting

Spiders everywhere. it’s definitely Autumn, there’s a chill in the air. This big wolf spider was claiming my £1 off Tesco voucher. I let him keep it. Not sure what he’d spend it on though.

Saturday, 1 September 2012

September 1st

One by one they come

swift sorties tight to the hedge

insect gathering

So I’m at Electric Picnic, a great music festival, but I’m inspired by birds again. Swifts loading up for their massive migration to Africa by acrobatically flying against the hedges, elegant twists and turns in mid air to catch unknowing flies or spiders floating on gossamer.

Monday, 13 August 2012

August 13th

it’s spider season

we drape the world with our silk

riders of the void

Saturday, 26 May 2012

May 26th

The egg sac seething

silk severed weave and repair

afraid of the dark

I went to the Freud Museum, to catch the Louise Bourgeois exhibition “the return of the repressed” before it finished. I really admire Bourgeois work, so interesting and unique, so personal.

There is something ancient and deep seated about her art, from the darkest recesses of dreams and metaphor. It speaks of maternal relationships, sadness, abandonment. It really drags you in. It makes you feel something. Her work is honest and beautiful.

I’ve interlaced some of her words in the Haiku.

"I came from a family of repairers. The spider is a repairer. If you bash into the web of a spider, she doesn't get mad. She weaves and repairs it."

(one of Bourgeois’ spiders in the garden, i took the photo, then I noticed the “no photography” sign, oops)

And also from her textile piece “I am afraid”.

 

I am afraid of silence

I am afraid of the dark

I am afraid to fall down

I am afraid of insomnia

I am afraid of emptiness

 

Is something missing?

yes, something is missing and always will be missing

the experience of emptiness

 

To miss

what are you missing?

nothing

I am imperfect but I am lacking nothing

maybe something is missing but I do not know and therefore do not suffer

 

empty stomach empty house empty bottle

the falling into a vacuum signals the abandonment of the mother.

Thursday, 23 February 2012

February 23rd

Baby wolf strides,

Into neon, legs aloft,

Tasting the warm air.

 

This little fella (or lady) waltzed out from behind the television. I’d never seen a wolf spider so little before. They are usually the size of rats, bounding across the room and chasing the cat. They are feisty little buggers. This one was no exception, no shame, just sat there and posed as I took a photo. For the record, wolf spiders are beautiful. (Ps – it looks massive, but it was only the size of a small fingernail!)