life throws curve balls and sometimes they’re good. rust. age. weathering. I’ve always loved the color of rust. I’ve built rusty sculpture/ assemblages and attached rusty hearts to barn wood images. And now… more rust into torched wax. and, to sandwich it in, there is the hint of raw beeswax. a rich golden honey color (of course). the gift those bees give us… magical and thick with rich curve balls.