Bees and Wasps in Art and Illustration

pretty awful how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors
so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’
goldhornsandblackwool

Beehive, English woodcut, 1658

Common Bumble-bee B. Terrestris), James Hope Stewart Lizars, Jardine’s The Naturalist’s Library, Bees

Waterless Mountain 1932 by LAURA Adams ARMER Newbery Award Young Adult Literature Navajo Boy bumble bee put its feet down in pollen

The Bee Friend, a painting by Hans Thoma (1839–1924)

Two Girls And A Beehive Stanley Spencer (English Painter 1891-1959)

Insects, Millipedes, and Spiders, published in 1877 by Alfred Brehm (1829-1884) and Ernst Ludwig Taschenberg (1818-1898), German entomologists

Fritz Baumgarten’s illustration for Gartenfest in Blumenhausen by Erich Heinemann 1946

Illustration by Marjolein Bastin, a well-known Dutch nature artist and illustrator, for Vera The Mouse by Marjolein Bastom

Apis Ligustica bees print- Original hand-colored engraving from “The Naturalist’s Library” by Sir. William Jardine Published 1840 by Edinburg

‘Three’s Trouble’ – three kittens by a beehive, one white, one black and one tabby kitten by Helena Maguire (1860-1909)

The clearing itself was pleasant if the unweeded rows of young shafts of corn were not before him. The wild bees had found the chinaberry tree by the front gate. They burrowed into the fragile clusters of lavender bloom as greedily as though there were no other flowers in the scrub; as though they had forgotten the yellow jessamine of March; the sweet bay and the magnolias ahead of them in May. It occurred to him that he might follow the swift line of flight of the black and gold bodies, and so find a bee-tree, full of amber honey. The winter’s cane syrup was gone and most of the jellies. Finding a bee-tree was nobler work than hoeing, and the corn could wait another day. The afternoon was alive with a soft stirring. It bored into him as the bees bored into the chinaberry blossoms, so that he must be gone across the clearing, through the pines and down the road to the running branch. The bee-tree might be near the water.
Second paragraph from The Yearling (1938)

Outdoors Magazine August 1935 bear being chased by bees cover art

Hilda T Miller

This is a rather scary looking bee. Don’t bees sting from their butt ends rather than their noses?

Bumble bee from Froggy Went A Courtin (1955)

The Butterfly Ball and the Grasshoppers Feast, illustrations by Alan Aldridge, Jonathan Cape and Times Newspaper LTD, 1973

THE HONEYBEES (1967) by Colette Portal

The Life of a Queen by Colette Portal

Alain Gree, French illustrator, 1971

The Forgotten Planet written by Murray Leinster, cover illustration

The mushroom forest came to an end. A cheerful grasshopper munched delicately at some dainty it had found—the barrel-sized young shoot of a cabbage-plant. Its hind legs were bunched beneath it in perpetual readiness for flight. A monster wasp appeared a hundred feet overhead, checked in its flight, and plunged upon the luckless banqueter.
There was a struggle, but it was brief. The grasshopper strained terribly in the grip of the wasp’s six barbed legs. The wasp’s flexible abdomen curved delicately. Its sting entered the jointed armor of its prey just beneath the head with all the deliberate precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. A ganglion lay there; the wasp-poison entered it. The grasshopper went limp. It was not dead, of course, simply paralyzed. Permanently paralyzed. The wasp preened itself, then matter-of-factly grasped its victim and flew away. The grasshopper would be incubator and food-supply for an egg to be laid.
from The Forgotten Planet at Project Gutenberg