Collapse
Collapse applies in so many ways – to this delicate bee trapped behind the magnifying dome of glass, to the critical state of “hive collapse” and then sometimes to my own driven state when I have worked myself into exhaustion. Where to find the time to do all the things I love, and still satisfy the demands of family and work? I end up sacrificing something and sometimes my brain shuts down at the end of the day. You, perhaps, know this well. Busy as a bee, so busy that you are trapped, under scrutiny, frozen in time.
This sculpture lept to my mind when I found the “hive” shaped piece of metal – a trowel (?) when walking down one of the city streets. As I picked it up the image of a hive came to mind. Two days later I found a dead bee outside my house and then spent a few months slowly accumulating one bit after another. The bee is magnified by a lens taken from an old movie projector I found about a year ago. Some sculptures are works in progress – and don’t come together until all the elements have been found.. in this case it took a year or more. The actual time to assemble it was only a few days.