The passion began, as I said, when I realized that Sheila was more than a spider. I'm not suggesting that being a spider is less noble than being a human being. But it is certainly less complicated. To be a spider, a more or less perfectly evolved being, a being completely devoid of questions about its identity, and yet possess the self-awareness, the self-consciousness and sexuality of a human being, seems to me a perfect nightmare. It is that overlap, the relationship of those two planes of existence, that interests me.
And the result? The result is Sheila and the Changing World.