THE HIVE
Thousands of imperfect cells, held together by the way they lean on one another.
Something new is being carved in the studio. Join the waitlist to see The Hive before anyone else, and to hear the story of how it came to be.
A few letters from Ann, and word the moment The Hive opens.
I didn’t go looking for anything.
This year I spent a few days at Granor Farm, at the invitation of a dear friend. Rows of vegetables. Beds of flowers. Soil cared for, season after season, by people who show up early and don’t make a fuss about it.
And everywhere, the bees.
Later, I held a piece of honeycomb in my hand. The cells were not perfect. Some were stretched, some slightly crooked, each one shaped by the body that built it. And still, the whole thing held.
I came home and began carving.
A texture you will recognize.
Small points of light you won’t expect.
What you will know first
THE STORY
The farm, the comb, and the carving, told in a few short letters from Ann.
THE FIRST LOOK
The pieces, shown to the waitlist before they appear anywhere else.
THE OPENING
Word the moment The Hive opens, so you are never the one who hears too late.
For the woman who knows where her hive is.
The people who hold her shape. The ones she keeps coming back to.
Each piece is worked by hand, in small batches, in our Seattle studio.