Posted on March 4, 2015
I have a memory of the very first time a bee stung me. I was about 5 and playing on a playground in my bare feet. I stepped on a bee and… OUCH!
I’m not sure how this painting was started. Honestly, it was a painting that had been initiated years ago by another art therapist, and I came across it hiding under a pile of things in the art closet. After our group worked on it, It looks entirely different now.
A participant told a story of how his Dad kept bees, and one day he made the poor decision to investigate–resulting in many, many bee stings. Others told stories of their own encounters with bees. And while we were story-telling, we passed the canvas around, each participant dipping their thumb in yellow paint to make a bee on the canvas.
In the end, participants all loved how their painting turned out… even if it did evoke memories of being stung!