When bees are very busy, it can be hard to tell where the flowers end and the bees begin. It’s a feeding festival. The flowers don’t seem to mind. They offer up what they can to keep the bees making. Making is what it’s all about. And they all look so pretty as they do.
Every so often… sometimes it takes months, but it could be days or hours, beach balls find themselves gathered into a pile on the beach. Of course they aren’t bored or lonely. They have exciting stories to tell. “Hey red, you look crinkled on your left side, did the kid’s dog get you after all? I thought you said you could outrun any dog in the world. That’s okay, we all have our vulnerabilities. Did I tell you about the day… ” — “Ralph, would you be quiet! Fighting the tidal wave was a lot of work today, I’d really like to get some sleep.” — “Hey did you see what happened to Bounce? She got taken home by the blonde haired kid. Sigh, lucky girl.”
And so it goes with the beach ball gathering that happen every so often from time to time. They look forward to the next day’s adventures — a lot like us.
Project notes: When I turned this painting upside down it went from landscape and sky to looking out at the ocean from inside a cave. I wondered what I might find should I be in such a cool visage. I thought of the abandoned things on a beach and what that must look like when everyone has gone home to cozy homes and fried chicken.