He doesn’t mind that he was born with pink accents. What he minds is that we are looking at him, bothering him when he’s got important rabbit business to do. So we get his behind and his perturbed expression. I like him. I’ll call him Picasso.
Project notes: This is the final of this mixed media, mono print cycle. Wow, such a ride.
The above scene looks like the beginning of a rabbit love story to me. Boy on the right, girl on the left. Those rabbits. They waste no time!
“Yeah, but Mama I really need to go. Rabbit individuation is important.”
She sighed. There’s always one in every litter, she mused silently.
“Where did you learn such big words?” She waved her off. “Just be home for dinner. Carrot soup and parsley muffins.”
But the young rabbit was already off on her adventure.
Project notes: Having fun learning the messy and fine art of print making. First time and loving it. This particular piece is a mix of mono printing, stencil collage and painting. Thank you Carla.. a most fantastic teacher!
It’s good to be safely tucked into a basket surrounded by the most intoxicating food a rabbit could ever think of. Our chocolate is their carrots. You add being carried by a bicycle — the caring owner peddling and you have rabbit nirvana.
As I think about this, it reminds me of a communication I received today from BunnyFeathers Rabbit Rescue. ”Your paintings & stories really brighten up our lives. Sometimes animal rescue is depressing & we need levity & beauty to balance our lives.” This got me thinking about safety for some and harshness for others—the daily realities. Both animals and people. And the people who dedicate their lives to making as many lives better as they can. How we rescue one another in small ways daily—uplift each other. There are thousands of ways. And the fight of cruelty for animals. For today’s painting, I just needed to pause on the image of the safe arrival of a rabbit in a bicycle basket surrounded by her favorite carrot cocktail saying, thank you.
Go chubby go! You will win. Seeing you all the way to your destination.
Project notes. Today, I learned a bit about mono-printing and made many mistakes. Yet, it never fails how mistakes often turn into something necessary — I don’t see it until I’m posting. In this painting, I spilled water on the pink area under Chubby’s feet. It turned dark when I wiped it away. It’s now Chub’s shadows. And given the speed that he’s hauling his wobbly bits, it just makes sense. So YAY for spillages!
They are wondering if it’s safe to examine the remains of their homes since narrowly escaping the tractor blades earlier that afternoon. The rabbit on the left is a dreamer. He would like to watch the sunset and be thankful to be alive. The rabbit on the right is a strategist/realist. He would like to see if his carefully hidden carrots and parsley are findable in the rubble. Neither of them will mention how happy they are that their families were out and about playing in the sunshine when the ceilings fell in. They wait quietly for their return — little night watchmen of large sharp machinery. Whew what a day!
Have a great Monday and make sure your carrots are findable should workday realities hit home. ; )
Meet professor Beardon. He teaches geometry and music theory. His favorite text is “Godel, Escher, Bach… quoted as a metaphorical fugue on minds and machines in the spirit of Lewis Carroll.” His students tease him that he grows more dots per year on his coat from geometrical equations—that the inside of those large glasses is coated with music scores. Professor Beardon is often accused of singing with his eyes. Rabbits do have a poetic observation about them. Professor Beardon has that expression I so often see in rabbits… What? did you really think humans had the patent on genius? Silly humans.
When Claire moved to NYC she planted an urban garden in every sniggle of space she could find in her dinky apartment. She attracted a few friends of carrots outside her window. The blue rabbit had a good plan for full carrot bliss. The problem? His fellow rabbits couldn’t stop admiring and gossiping about Claire’s chunky, juicy, organic carrots long enough to help him turn the urban tractor around. It’s a vintage bicycle, but rabbis think in tractor power. Claire was oblivious to the daytime TV going on outside her window. If she had known, her new eco-conscious boyfriend might have been even more impressed than he already was.
Ahhh…sometimes being a daily painter is like eating Sloppy Joe’s in a blizzard—no matter what I think I’m doing with the paint, it flies up in all kinds of directions.
Luckily this rabbit doesn’t mind my “off” days. She’s one of those rabbits that dodges crazy bicyclists in the park. Splotched with dirt and fragments of fluorescent bicycle gear, she considers herself very stylish. Look at that proud smile. If she was someone’s rabbit, they would name her Zoe.
If you’re having a hard time finding the rabbit in this painting, that’s good. That’s what Beatrice wants.
B. is looking for a mate. She rides a 2-seater bicycle everyday—one seat for her and one for her true love when she finds him. She rides all day long, looking and hoping. The problem is… a rabbit on a 2 seater bicycle (any bicycle) attracts a lot of attention. She darts through the ally’s and streets in Florence. Sometimes she messes up the homeless’s beds. She feels bad about that. They are one in the same in her mind. Beatrice in Italian means, Voyager. Right now our little voyager is hidden in sight on a bakery rooftop. Zzzzzzzzz…. shhhh, don’t wake the bunny. Especially one working this hard to find her soulmate.