Bee Williamson
Profile
I comes from a family of artists – writers, musicians, and poets.
My images are generally about one of three things: women or flowers or dance. It was my childhood dream to be a dancer, so I feel the work from the inside. I love the work of Degas, Klimt, Toulouse Lautrec, Van Gogh, Picasso, Matisse, Frida Khalo, Georgia O’Keefe and Bresson.
I run my own small business, based in Brighton, Melbourne, in design and photography.
http://www.hive.id.au
Groups
Bee Williamson is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art and Stories Made For Children, Art Deco Heaven, Art Nouveau and the Arts & Crafts Movement, Black and White Photography, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, DANCE PHOTOGRAPHY, Designers United, Fabulous Flowers, Film Photography, For the love of type, Japanfluence, Layered with Texture, Melbourne & Victoria, Mixed Media, Natural Textures, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), Portraits in Natural Light, The Art of Books, The Artistic Nude, The Fine Art of Photography, The Woman Photographer **7 per week***, The Word Tree, Theatrical and Staged Photography, Vibrant and Vivid Color, Water Media (Paintings by hand only), Woman Appreciation and Works On Paper.
Journal Entries
...from a place of no-mind...
Posted 12 days ago, 1 comment so far.
Do you need some graphic design or website design done?
Posted about 1 month ago.
The Hidden Self BOOK LAUNCH!
Posted 4 months ago.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Posted 6 months ago.
Thanks!
Posted about 1 year ago.
Art
Writing
To Shakespeare
Tangly tights And knotted noses Breasts like roses
For Valley
Like the dragonfly / tatooed on your shoulder / this / may / be / who you really are.
A Note to God
I am opening your book / it is my life / a sacred turning towards / your Love
The Immense Sorrow of Stars
The immense sorrow of stars / scattered in a stretch of lonely space / filtered only / by shadows.
On and Off
Chips flake away from the varnished surface. / I try to spit shine the layers of illusion / simultaneously on and off.
The Blue Blue Sky and Sea
On days, it seems our earth / is scolded for her unruliness, / borders fall out of place,
