Too Many Bees

I have too many thoughts/projects going on at the moment. It’s making my mind feel like an angry bee hive. Or a bee hive under attack by murder hornets. The murder hornets being the very real danger/evil prevalent in this metaphor.

I’m also having a lot of trauma responses to the images that I have been seeing. I am deeply effected by images, I always have been. It’s probably what so often draws me to art and film.

I also have big triggers when it comes to fairness, or more importantly, injustice. I have no delusions that the world was ever fair, but those that benefit from its uneven playing field and call it a square deal. That makes me insane.

Then, to top it off, a far relation, just posted an image of the youngest man to be electrocuted by the state.

It was a 14 year old black boy by the name of George Stinney Jr. I don’t mean that pejoratively. He was a little boy. I’ve since learned he is the subject of a film called “83 days” That’s how long from his arrest, where they permanently separated him from him family, tried him, and then executed him. He was innocent.

This was the sting that did me in for the day. I’m going to try to accomplish some minor things this evening. Laundry maybe. Some dishes. But I feel so minuscule compared to such evil.

No matter what projects I do to my home… no matter what I paint… that evil is out there.

I wanted to post the image that I saw… but I couldn’t do it. If you are curious I am sure George Stinney Jr. execution will get you to images of that murder. I just can’t be apart of it.