10x10x2”, though the surface depth is just lovely to touch. 

I should be more professional. It took about 15 honest hours, stroke by circular stroke, one after the other, to make this one thing into a whole thing that I deeply love. I love encaustic because it responds to human oils and touch and spices cooked into its own medium. Running your dirty or clean or in-between fingers over the cycles of this painting is like, I guess, smelling cardamon or cinnamon or tasting pure real honey deep inside your heart, head and horns for the very first time. 

I always love smelling art that wakes me up or makes me sleepy. Touch my art. Always. Give it a good buffing. Trust the beeswax; it’s live, and it loves oil heat touch connection sex pain response recall remembrance embrace, Rub it with your digits or cotton fabric. You’ll get a holler. And it always always always smells of dark, almost rummy honey.

Blessed be bees.