I CHARLOTTE

I hang in the haunt of hollowed doorways. A Witness to the wake left by this time.

This time is a portrait of dust. Of cob webs. It is a story told by midnight weavers within their captured nets. Both incredibly strong and yet quite fragile. The secret, silent, solitary spiders have again laid claim to our void. There exists an obvious absence in the once occupied spaces, the corners of rooms we’ve laughed in. Met lovers in a fortuitous kiss. Awed in the delights and indulgences of meals and musics. More than momentary memories, these sanctuaries, these temples, these scared spaces, have been a life line. Their owners, HOSTS, to our breath. Our shared breath. To our words. Our opinions and our perceptions.

They survived solely on the symbionts. “I will entertain you, feed your soul, change your mood or mind, provide you a vision or an ideal, I will inspire intellect and intrigue... You just come in. Sit down. Dance… Enjoy. Bring your friends, or make new ones.”

These places are palaces of someone’s passions. In families past down generations. They have given their everything to create their dreams, and to share them. Some of these Hosts have not stepped inside their scared spaces in an unimaginable amount of time. They have not turned on the lights to see the master works of the extraordinary weavers in the duration. Some of these Hosts no longer have their rooms to step into. They are gone now. Forever. And our remembrance, our tribute, our words of memory, though authentic, is sadly outshined by the performance of dust and the silken dancers on their webs within.

I have hung these webs outside of some of my favorite places. There are truly No WORDS that I have to describe the importance of the loss or absence of these Hosts and their Chapels. However, I was once inspired by a children’s book that told the story of the kindness of one spider, whom, at least tried to find her words, to save a friend.

Should you wish it: You can commission a Web. A word. A one time only Bronze casting will be made of the web. All of the profit after the cost of casting will be Donated to and Establishment/Business of your choosing. To help the owner save their sacred space from what seems to be an unsustainable situation, and now seemingly unavoidable loss.

There is a minimum donation. Please contact me for details.

Kindly, a friend of Spiders.

I CHARLOTTE
A conceptual spiders web.
By Jason Koharik, 2021.