Tuesday, August 28, 2007

On flowers. On bees.

I noticed recently that my paintings have been filled with flowers all summer. Here's another. It's just waiting for a bee to land on it. I'm not sure if I have mentioned my sorrow about the disappearance of honey-bees on this blog at all, so if I haven't I will just say it now: "at our house, we are distressed about the crazy disappearance of honey bees." If you would like to learn more about this sad state of affairs, read this. So in light of all this distress I feel about those little bees, seeing actual honey bees buzzing in our herb garden fills me with great joy. This joy turns quickly to worry as I see my dog trying to eat the bees. No joke. She tries to eat the bees. If they were just regular old yellow jackets, I probably would not make such a fuss, but for honey bees-- damn straight. Isn't that just life sometimes: when the bees aren't there I worry. When the bees are there, I worry. So it is with this delicate balance that this little sketch came to be. And now you know.

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