ARACNE

To create is also to become trapped in what we create.

The hand moves forward, corrects, insists. Each gesture opens one possibility and cancels others. Gradually, what we make begins to impose its own conditions upon us.

Arachne knew this. Her punishment was not to weave forever. It was to discover that she could no longer distinguish between her body and what came from her hands.

Every work ends up knowing something about us we never intended to tell.