I have been intending to post about Sibylle Peretti's beautiful work for ages now. The media list for this piece is "glass/paper/pigments" which leads me to believe that this jpeg is a pale representation of the real thing, as is often the case. I love the meditative hush her work seems to cast on the viewer, and its crystalline elegance. I also love her predilection for bees and moments of childhood revelation, two things very dear to my own heart.
Now I am all a-sigh.