="taking part in art" CONTENT= --- Hello. I found a book on the floor. I've seen many like it, closed up and tucked into the cabinets, words marked on their carapace. When it opened to show the papery sheets, I thought I'd broken it. But as is apparent, they are supposed to work this way. Odd. I never knew of the words inside. This book is addressed to children, and it speaks long winding texts of Bees. Flying specks of yellow that, somehow, are always joyful. I see many images of Bees plastered on the walls, but I have never truly known what a Bee is until now. A while later, I saw an image of a field plastered on the wall. A field of flowers, but no Bees. I had always pondered the allure of drawing. I never did, for I had no implement to write with or paint. But this time, as I had nothing better to do, I drew a Bee. It is imperfect, a flawed Bee. I had forgotten the tail end, as I only realize now that I am far from it. But although tedious, it was quite entertaining. It is attached, if you want to see it. Perhaps another time, in another field, I will make another Bee. ---
