daddy long legs
I spent every summer of my childhood on our family farm in Virginia and I can say with all honesty that I shared each one of them with a Daddy Longlegs. I learned early on that they really aren’t spiders but members of a family of insects called Harvestman. All I cared about were that they were pretty and smart. My great aunt Georgianna showed me how to hold them in such a way that one leg would point to answer a myriad of questions ranging from, “Which ways the cows were heading?” to “Where is my true love?” In making this sculpture I hope to be able to capture the delicate beauty of this incredible creature.