I had a dream where I was a bee. I was in a giant hive. I saw the cell walls all around me. They were grand, like a cathedral setting. I was small and all of the hive was a giant room. Grand, and awe-inspiring. The walls were a molten gold, that turned to shades of marigold, and orange, and yellow, depending on my vantage point. There were two things in this hive. Myself, and a giant wall. The wall was made of beeswax. I saw it before me. A challenge I knew I had to accept. I could go around either side of the wall, but I felt in my gut that I must fly over.
I hovered there for a moment, and then tried to make the fantastical journey over the wall. I would fly sometimes a quarter of the way. It was no until I had almost given up that I decided to push once more. I made it to where I could just barely see over the wall. I wasn't close enough to go over the wall though.
This dream ended with me looking down on my bee self. I felt like God, looking down in this grand setting at my hovering self. I never touched the ground of the hive.
This dream has stuck with me. It is why I work with beeswax. To be honest this dream is the most real thing that I have experienced. It was when I knew I was doing something right.
You can take what you will from the dream. But what I took is that I needed to work with beeswax.
So, with that in mind I bought some. And continued to buy some. About 30 pounds later I made a piece that was presented at the Linfield College art gallery.
Now, I create a whole new series. 60 pounds later I simply wish to make something out of nothing.
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