Over the past months of isolation I have been walking our Lurcher to the bluebell woods at the end of the lane. She loves the freedom to run and explore somewhere that changes every day. We walk to the ‘spider tree’ – an old pine that has toppled over and gathered moss around its spidery legs. It has a Louise Bourgeois Maman feel about it as there are no other pines in the wood, it is mostly beech. These weeks of Covid-19 have given birth to feelings of entrapment and fear, echoing the arachnid limbs, so long and leggy and out of place. This is my response; a site specific sculpture with video, recording an odd moment in time when the world had to stop and think.
Images: Robin Shelton and Alison Brown