Rock paintings and honey hunting in prehistory

He scraped the honey into his hands and
went on, eating as he went. When he came
to his father and mother, he gave them
some, and they ate it.
Go into the woods, the here of not really anywhere
and seek out a place where many bees collect
water web sites and individual web pages.
Mark the backs of the bees, using plant stalks smeared with liquid red ochre.
According to the time between the bees flying off and returning,
you know whether their nest is near or far away.
Allow one bee to escape
and then follow the Web as shared space
its line of flight.

The honey collector
a repository of that which humans wish to codify and remember
suspended
the net a place of commercial ventures, fast cash.
Honey streams down from the comb in a fine thread
a project that spoke to the communal nature of the early net.

Keenly scanning the trees,
the use of image over text
one of the women will see bees entering a hole in a limb of a tree.
Honey is almost the only sweet known
an earlier, pre-lingual state
and they love it.
thought was less linear, more intuitive
If the nest contains good honey, then the woman sets to work to chop it out ...

digital handprints cover the walls
the communities we have established here
keep places like this sacred