A little comic for Georgina Beyer, who passed on March 6th.

Sometime comics flow out of me like a waterfall, and other comics need to be wrenched out of me, each line a struggle, each word an argument. This was one of the trickier ones. I don’t know if I can adequately explain why, but it did involve me getting very angry at the architect who designed the beehive… but as my drawing club mates gently suggested, I probably wasn’t angry at the architect at all.

65 is too young for someone to die, and she’s one of the older ones.