RABBIT SHRINE
THE OBJECT
The rabbit was inherited, and I do not know where it was found. My best guess is that it was a treasure found at an antique or vintage shop in Vermont decades ago. It is solid wood, hand carved, painted white once, now very faded. There are no markings. It measures about 3 feet tall and has a PRESENCE. He's hard to know — he has this serious, almost solemn vibe, but there is something feral, slightly dangerous under the surface.
I BEGAN THINKING OF HIM AS A SORT OF SAINT
THE MATERIALS
- behr house paint
- #1F6C53#EB7E4D#BE5C87#C08F34#009494#26B7B5#A15D8C
- hand carved wooden rabbit
- automotive adhesive striping, green, 1/4" width
- ceremonial bath mat prayer rug with tassels
- LED light
THE PROCESS
This whole thing started because I was staring at this rabbit in the corner. It was blending into the pale gray wall and that was bothering me. I didn't want to paint the rabbit, so I painted the wall instead. I had started seeing the rabbit as this saint figure, this unreadable, esoteric, unknowable but very important being, dwelling there in the corner. And I thought, he needs a shrine. It needs to read as stained glass. It needs to be arched. He needs a prayer rug.
i decided that nothing matters recently
of course things matter
everything matters
there was a spider on the wall next to the rabbit
and it mattered a lot when i saw it
it is something to do that doesn’t matter at allbut it’s the most important thing to be doing right now
