The inspiration for this painting come when I read the poem “Design”, by Robert Frost. I don’t know how did it work, but the images evocated in the poem took out this other image from my mind, maybe a scene that I had, hidden in my memory, and that the poetry took out like an electric shock…
“Design”, by Robert Frost (1922)
“I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth -
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches’ broth -
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall? - -
If design govern in a thing so small.”