Jarred Wright

I had always heard rumours of large insects in Australia and when I first moved here, I was so naive. I wasn’t ready for the reality.

The first time I met a Huntsman spider, it was early morning (hungover and before my morning coffee). A large 8-legged shape was on the fridge door – just next to the handle. My eyes didn’t believe what I saw. Literally. I thought it was my new flatmate playing a prank; “Ha ha! you fell for the old ‘magnetised-fake-spider-gag’!”.


When I saw it scuttle away, I almost fell over. I felt my pupils dilate and the adrenaline left me a shaky mess.

Three days after this awkward introduction, I see a small dark object on the floor and on closer inspection I recognize the Huntsman from before but it was in a very different pose. Upside down and legs contorted inwards. After nudging it apprehensively with a chopstick, I concluded it was deceased.

I reflect on this encounter sometimes and how it had such a strong prescience and then the next day – just a hollow shell. No longer a frightening beast but a small lifeless monument, it’s body motionless and tight with rigor mortus.

I remember feeling that such a commanding creature should have a proper burial or ceremony but all I could find was a sweeper brush and a nearby rubbish bin (I’m sure there’s a deep metaphor hidden somewhere in this but I will leave it to the viewer to dig it out).

So many (glass) artists try to imbue life, movement and realism into their work – but with this work, I wanted to push the slider to the other side of the spectrum and simply pay homage to the little (big) guy and recreate the death pose through the use of elegant shapes and simple forms.

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