I don’t get out and do it very often these days, but there’s not a whole lot that makes me as giddy and joyful as dancing. Apparently Bunny feels the same way!
That feeling when you meet someone totally different from you — much older or younger, different gender, different race, different cultural background — yet you feel instantly in tune with them. That.
When I was in fourth grade, the thing I wanted more than anything in the world was a bunny.
We had cats and a dog, and various and sundry goldfish, but I wanted a house rabbit. Preferably a flop-eared rabbit.
Mom and Dad weren’t so keen on the idea. For my ninth birthday, instead of a bunny, I found a cage in the living room with a guinea pig.
I named her Abby. She was a black-and-white checked Abyssinian. She was the best birthday present ever.
I went on to get three more guina pigs over the next several years — a friend for Abby, then after Abby died, a friend for her friend, and so on. I loved those guinea pigs, but I never did get a bunny.
Maybe that’s why they keep showing up in my art. 🙂
When I was small and something scared me a little — a new person, a new place — it was so comforting to hide behind my mother’s skirt. She was bigger, she would protect me like a mama bear.
I could cling to her leg and just peek out at the new, intriguing thing, that I wanted to interact with… but was just a little too scared to.
The space beyond the edge of this painting is like that for Shy Rabbit. Maybe eventually confidence will rein, but for now Shy Rabbit can hide behind the nothingness and just peek out at the colorful wonders inside the painting.
And don’t we all want something like that sometimes?