'Feelings for a Spider', a Group Show at 4649, Tokyo

In the middle of Roppongi hills, emerging in between sky scrapers and growing into the heights of the sky. Mirroring in glass, your eight long, crooked, bony legs cast shadows over the concrete floor. I stand underneath you, white huge eggs that glisten like diamonds in the darkest of nights. My being leaves grey traces of breath in the cold outside. Incredibly impressed and moved by your sight, I can bearly breathe. Oh Louise... A: Maman, je t‘ai enfin vu. M: Ça me touche, j‘ai vu ma Maman pour la première fois avant-hier...