This work was made as part of a group-built geodesic dome, in which each participant worked towards constructing the dome itself, and then individually crafted a triangle to fit into the structure.
The dialogue around the structure engaged with themes of SF- Science Fiction, Speculative Futurity, Sensitive Fabrication, Source Foraging, String Figures; as well as drawing from the work of thinkers like Donna Haraway and Ursula K. LeGuin.

Following on from my creation of a series of small spiderlike creatures (link), the most obvious next step seemed to be to imagine a home for them.
I wanted to employ string-weaving techniques like knitting and crochet, as I felt as though it would illustrate the remarkable potential of something seemingly fine and tenuous to comprise a structure and network, which through interaction and linking is made robust and has mass.
However, a necessary feature of any web is that any pull or interference has a consequential effect on the entire series of links- perhaps an apt metaphor for the fragile ecologies we inhabit

Exploring through touch, unlikely bedfellows, mutualism, co-authorship, non-heirarchichal arrangement, xenofeminism, man-made/animal-made/machine-made/earth-made/plant-made, engagement with/affected by the weather, growth, necessary connection, generative futures, welcoming pollution, continuing evolution, zoe

The objects woven into the work are a mix of items gathered over the course of many years in my personal foraging process, which are hybridised with other items and manipulated into new forms. What can it look like for animal, mineral, vegetable, plastic and twine to interface? Should we be so precious about our own humanness? Under our current neoliberal regime, can radical acceptance of the other over one's individuality be a transgressive or radical act?

Through taking time with each object, and carefully paying attention to its form in order to playfully subvert it, I intended for the work to act as a love letter or dedication to each thing I'd made, tenderly tying everything together and connecting each piece. The final triangle might act as an altarpiece for a future spider-centric religion, or as an escape pod; carrying the last remnants of life on earth.

Without the community of the class group, the dome could never have been built. Without each triangle, the geodesic dome would never stand. Without each knot, a piece of knitting will unravel. In this manner, I intended the web-home of my spiders to be a microcosm of the webs and ecologies we all inhabit, and to highlight the inherently interlinked nature of our existence on earth.