Spirit of the beehive… Bees are on my mind. Tiny, silent partners on which humankind depends for survival. A connective tissue and backbone of our ecosystem. Vital little farmers, whose demise would have a devastating impact on ecological balance and viability. Grid like patterns or storage cells that are openings to spaces that may let you out or hold you in. Lines that dissolve, pulsing and porous, or hold their ground clenching and clamping. Brave humming flickers of resilience and restoration, triumphant in their warm glow.