bees' knees

this afternoon we walked into aganetha dyck's walking closet in the hamilton art gallery, a newly renovated grand shiny downtown box that gives me a new lease on life in steeltown, with steel sculpture gardens and rooms and rooms currently full of food art...including mary pratt's entirely familiar cantaloupe vagina, such a strange relic for anyone to have of childhood in fredericton...
but dyck! dyck has hung hundreds of clothing hangers in boutiquey rows, you are to walk along and in-between and press your nose very close to these hangers...these hangers sumptuously, decadently oozing honey! she left them in her husband's apiary...and they are coated in honey comb...i smell very good this evening...

she had said this and i love it: i do not know what i will understand, we will have to wait and see, the questions have just begun...