Events have a way of catching up with one. Desert your studio, sluff off on practicing those difficult techniques, Yea, ignore the Sacred Call of your Art, and others will move in, chastising Sloth by their very Presence.
This denizen of the exoskeletal type no doubt came down the ductwork of my hood and decided to take up residence. (At least it didn't do it while I was working; there's nothing more distracting than having a spider drop on you while making a bead. Believe me, I know.) In my defense, I will say I was only gone for five days, though coming back to this made it look more like five years. After all, even artists need vacations. And no, I didn't stomp on it. The creator of such a beautiful textile and opportunity to educate my offspring about the legend of Arachne was captured and released outside, where it built webs (though none so perfect) on my porch.
But the message remains: ignore your studio at your peril....
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