I am starting to think of myself as an artist, instead of a worker bee. I am a good worker bee, I buzz around merrily keeping the honey pot nearly filled with sweet nectar. The hexagonal home is beautiful in its repation and oh so practical… you see why its appealing.
I am starting to reconsider that the appreciation for beauty does not stop there. I want to create it. I want to be more then simply a part of it. I want to create a beautiful concept and decorated it, let it step out so that its concrete beauty can inspire people.
Maybe I am an artist? What does that even mean? Does that even matter? No. It doesn’t. I am skipping with Marigold’s steps, relaxing with Marinara. I am following my creative fingertips, hoping that I will find some magic.
Wish Us Luck!
-Marigold, Marinara, Mari Mari