Observations

Observe, Hive, Waiting

In a dream, dead bees were wrapped up in a towel and given to me. When I opened the gift, the bees were almost dust. The bee is a symbol of the potency of nature, it is life itself, creating hone, pollinating flowers, following an ordered existence. We all live in cycles of change and this work is a metaphor for my transitioning.

My first post

death of the bees - sketch

flight of the bees - sketch

New work underway, so far the series is untitled, this blog will hopefully help me find my way with the progress of it.  I haven't done a 'serious' (non-commercial) (gallery oriented) series of work since 2 years following my MA. That's 1994, the auspicious year of the birth of my first beautiful daughter, Anna Marie. I'm both excited and fearful - don't analyze! 

I welcome responses and feedback from fellow artists, friends and strangers. I welcome links to sites unknown and inspiring. I will post those that I find mysterious or notable.