The older I get, the more I love and adore Louise Bourgeois' spiders. There's an excellent show of them up in the sculpture gallery at SFMOMA right now, bringing together more in one place than I'd ever seen before. They used to creep me out, but after reading about Bourgeois' life in general and the spiders' connections to motherhood in particular in Bridget Quinn's most excellent book Broad Strokes (which, ok, full disclosure: I edited for Chronicle Books), I warmed to them considerably. And now each time I see one I like it better and better. They seem to me, no longer scary, but rather mysterious and powerful.
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