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The Bee's Knees: 100 Postcards for Honey Bees at Alexi Era Gallery

Teaser of the original postcard I'm doing for "The Bee's Knees" HoneyLove event hosted by Alexi Era Gallery ♡ 

THE BEE'S KNEES: 100 POSTCARDS FOR HONEY BEES 
Free Public Opening Reception : July 19th 7-9PM 
Special Collectors Preview: July 19th 6-7PM (RSVP: $20, Call 618.407.5596 or email: info@alexieragallery.com) 

The Bee's Knees is an awareness and fundraising exhibition for Honey Love, urban beekeepers and activists trying to help our honey bee population. The Exhibition will feature 100 artworks on postcards from artists all around the world. All postcards will be priced $5-$50, and available to take home right away showing your support along with a honey tasting feature locally harvested honey. On the back of each postcard is a special message about how you can help the bees. 100% of all sales go to HoneyLove and their commitment to save the bees! We aim to raise awareness, bring hope and also create a dialogue about the importance of bees.
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Julie said…
Congratulations for getting your art into a show. That's really exciting! And also, for such a great cause! Hope it goes well for you and you are able to raise some money for the bees!

Julie
http://www.artworkbyjm.com/
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