November 18, 2010
Here is an illustration from the brain of monsieur Wallace inspired by the Andersen’s text below,““See there are the white bees swarming,” said Kay’s old grandmother one day when it was snowing.  “Have they a queen bee?” asked the little boy, for he knew that the real bees had a queen.  “To be sure they have,” said the grandmother. “She is flying there where the swarm is thickest. She is the largest of them all, and never remains on the earth, but flies up to the dark clouds. Often at midnight she flies through the streets of the town, and looks in at the windows, then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful shapes, that look like flowers and castles.”

Here is an illustration from the brain of monsieur Wallace inspired by the Andersen’s text below,
““See there are the white bees swarming,” said Kay’s old grandmother one day
when it was snowing. 
“Have they a queen bee?” asked the little boy, for he knew that the real bees had a
queen. 
“To be sure they have,” said the grandmother. “She is flying there where the
swarm is thickest. She is the largest of them all, and never remains on the earth, but flies up to the dark clouds. Often at midnight she flies through the streets of the town, and looks in at the windows, then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful shapes, that look like flowers and castles.”