She Abandoned Us

Slow to hear the news of the passing of the great Louise Bourgeois, on Monday 31st May. I am strangely and foolishly reminded of an act I committed that very day and greatly regret.

This giant spider leaped across the bed, only to meet the extension sucker of my hoover. The only excuse being that severe agoraphobia took over, and hoover in hand it was the easiest way to remove it... The spider so similar to Bourgeois' sculpture Maman, perhaps a pathetic thought but a strange coincidence. The end of the spider and the end of my favourite female artist.