A glimpse of gossamer in Warsaw, Poland. NeSpoon laces her city in “public jewelry,” delicate webs of spray paint, stencils and string. She beautifies small scenes within otherwise abandoned or unadorned spaces, achieving delicacy amid hard edges, a dichotomy echoed in this gunmetal cuff. Her transient filigree reminds me of of the webbed wisdom of E.B. White’s Charlotte, a barnyard spider who offered a pig her friendship and her art. “I wove my webs for you because I liked you,” she tells Wilbur in the final pages of the classic children’s book. “After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.” Too true, thank you NeSpoon.