In the late 1980s, around Hallowe'en, I often wore black plastic spiders in my hair. Ivaan pretended he didn't like them, but I know he secretly did. One day in 1989 he offered to make me a gold spider if I'd stop wearing plastic ones. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. "Speyadera", as he called it, was yellow gold with an emerald in its back, and ruby eyes.
Over the years, my spider has come in very useful. I've worn it as a brooch, as a hat ornament, and I've simply kept it around so I could admire it. I've had someone refuse to get into an elevator with me, claiming to suffer from arachnophobia. Many people admire it, but I suspect few would wear it because it's a flamboyant, rather gothic piece. A few months ago, a friend who is also a fan of Ivaan's work asked if I'd be willing to make another.
|He named it "spEYAdera", after me.|
How would you like to have a spider named after you?
|Anatomy of a spider: inside the mould|
Different coloured waxes have different properties, so selecting the best wax for the spider was a matter of trial and error. Exhibit A, the "Lance Armstrong", looked like a winner, but he was rather thin in the tail section. Probably the result of performance enhancing drugs.
The Paralympian. He's lost his left foot
well done! I love a piece of jewellery with the potential to make an elevator ride less cramped and awkward!ReplyDelete