Monologue of a Trapped Bee.
My canvas is here! I’ve already started to prime it! While I was doing this I looked up and saw (and heard) a bee trapped inside the window.
I had a thought watching him that he probably felt a bit like I do when I’m having a black hole day. It felt like a metaphor for how I sometimes feel. This is what I wrote.
“I’m trapped and I can’t get out. All the other bees are outside in the sunshine. I’m trapped in this dark place. No matter how loud I buzz and hit against the glass I can’t get out. I don’t think anyone on the other side can hear me.”
The window the bee was trapped behind is the same window that appears in the image I will be painting on my large canvas.
Two of the closest people to me also call me Bee as a nickname this all seems important to me and I’m excited thinking where this will take me with my large canvas.
Trapped Bee
