Memo To Myself

I came up with this rabbit creature last year for an exhibition I curated entitled 'Sticky Fingers.'  It happened at the same time as This Is Not Art, so lets say I did it in September 2010.
Also around this time I was really obsessed with the idea of getting a pet rabbit and all I could think about were rabbits, placing bids on rabbit mansions at The Tender Centre and obtaining a rabbit of my own. I had my heart set on getting an amazing brown Rex rabbit named Rambo (featured in the photograph below) who had exquisite fur and a rare condition causing his head to tilt sideways at all times. All in all, he appeared to be a bundle of fantastic and I would have totally loved having him around. Obviously I wasn't the only person who felt this way and he found another home one day whilst I was doing something other than acquiring rad pets.
Rambo now belongs to a stranger so sadly I'll never get to see him but, my drawing belongs to my friend, Sarah, so I get to see that whenever I visit her. 

Half Hollenback

This is the painting I came up with for the 'Alternate Woodland Critter Evolution Fan Fiction' exhibition curated by my buddy Logan Knight, a little while ago. Along with the artwork, each artist was required to write a short story (see below) I sold this work last week at the Art & Design Market in sunny Wollongong and so it shall be frightening small children from the walls of the delightful Mia's house forever more. Mia also had a stall at the market that was much less offensive than ours so be sure to check out her lovely blog HERE.

A word from the rabbit:

I guess I started to collect teeth because I liked the sound they would make when I gently disturbed them in their glass jar.

Holding each one up to the light, I visualise its internal anatomy.  All those tiny nerves- fragile, feathery tendrils.  The root canals- vessels that lay deep within the tooth, all hiding under the shiny shell like passage ways to dark, secret places.

I bury them all underneath the forest floor in labeled jars.

I dig the damp soil with my new claws. I treat it like a personal underground Wunderkamer. There’s a collection down there. 

My new signs of evolution- the fur, teeth and claws are all telling me I will soon be living in dark tunnels for good.  

I won’t need t-shirts anymore.