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Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
|Julie Ryan, Echolocation, 2011, Gouache on paper, 41x31cm|
|Julie Ryan, You May Feel a Little Pinch, 2011, Gouache on paper, 41x31cm|
|Julie Ryan, Bat Breath, 2011, Gouache on paper, 41x31cm|
|Julie Ryan, One Orange Candle, 2011, Gouache on paper, 41x31cm|
Sunday, September 4, 2011
“…A Rare thing, fine as a beeswing.” Beeswing song by Richard Thompson
Have you ever really looked closely at a beeswing? This fineness may hold true for rareness and as a lyric in a song but if you get one of those beeswing stuck between your teeth it can be a real bugger to get out! A few years ago I cut my finger on a sugar cube and I think it is a cosmically comparable experience to the beeswing-between-teeth scenario that occurred this weekend.
1932 news about bees
Because this weekend was Honey Harvest and I was nipping at a pile of oozing honey and comb when the fine beeswing found me! I harbor mostly allergic and allegoric relationships to bees and was thrilled to expand experientially at my first ever Harvest. I also highly recommend that if you happen to have lost track of a dear friend in the world the best place to reunite is in a garage cutting and scratching honeycomb…thank you for the invitation Al!
And thank you Kurt and Rita for being urban beekeepers!