Artist's Statement:
I watched him weave his web in the quaint home I was housing sitting at in Laguna Beach, California. I named him Love after what I had just lost. Heartbreak, loneliness, and anguish were the things felt during these days. Time to reflect in this unfamiliar place was needed. I sat in these strange surroundings, cut off from the world, as I knew it, with nothing to comfort my heart and mind but the infinite natural beauty around me. Love had built his web, his home, next to the swing in the backyard where I sat in the mornings. The home was small at first, the size of a quarter, yet each day it grew, gaining what seemed to be character and strength. Each morning, as I sipped my coffee, I talked to him about what was brewing inside me and told him to stay put—that it would scare me if he left. After all, he knew my heart's deepest secrets and desires. I photographed him one day and that night it rained. By morning the drizzle was gone and so was Love. Wet droplets lightly clung to his remains. The air was crisp and cool, the sky clear and the present day was far more beautiful than the past five. I thought to myself that although Love had vanished, his relic showed greater beauty and delicacy than before. I sat feeling grateful, consumed in the thought that people cannot or do not always stay in our lives. However, they leave behind endless waves of transformation and stunning clarity. I then captured the moment to remain as a constant reminder.
