I taste a liquor never brewed -Emily Dickinson
I wash my hands, feet and hair with honey. The drippings from my face fall into a tall glass. Milk is slowly poured in, and with one smooth movement I quickly down it all. The honey conditions me to consume that which is nourishing and sweetly sacred.
April 13, 2012 at 2565 Third Street, San Francisco Art Institute
Photos by Elizabeth Cayne