Bruce Conner’s collage-concoction called “Spider Lady” is made of murderously ripped nylon stockings stretched agonizingly out of kilter by a garter belt in bad need of psychoanalytic treatment, plus a bicycle wheel (a popular motif nowadays) and some other odds and ends, which photographs of nude chorus beauties emerge Ondine-like from the unlovely waves.

Mr. Conner studied at Wichita University, the Kansas City Art Institute, the University of Nebraska and Brooklyn Art School, an all-American background, and he lives in halcyon San Francisco with his wife, happily I am certain. But I cannot help wondering whether Mrs. Conner does not experience moments of unease when confronted by her husband’s “Spider Lady.”