The honey jar occupies one little corner of the still life. In each drawing it has a slightly different character. Isn’t it neat that inanimate objects can call forth all sorts of hidden feelings? And the honey jar in particular, with its faceted sides, is also a clock — catching the time in the changes of the light as light moves through the day.
The jar drawn at night is rough and blank. Dark scribble shadows come near.
While the morning honey jar has a frog and bee companions — and has light for a friend.