Outside my backdoor there lives an enormous black spider. It’s web I find fascinating, hanging there are all the bits it hasn’t eaten, for me it drives a whole mix of contradicting feelings.

I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the butterfly’s whose wings were just hanging there, but felt nothing for the countless other insects whose limbs cluttered the web which doesn’t follow any logical sense. On top of that the whole thing was so, so pretty but macabre at the same time.

I’ve tried to captures these feelings in this piece.

Glass on copper