Who would have thought. Me, a southerner, painting under the snow. I took all my stories and my traditions here with me. I painted a votive shrine that makes everyone raise their heads, non-believers too, a sacred space that allows the possibility to look up. These days I feel a significant need to scrutinise my soul and do something for it. Bees teach me how to find my role in the hive and contribute to the production of the sweetest honey. I am grateful to bees, who are so small and yet so essential for Mother Earth!
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