Somebunny Loves You
Thank God for the Mississippi Bureau of Extreme Craft. They keep my eyes on the prize, keeping me focused when I tend to wander. This morning, Clifton alerted me to the existence of Gelitin, a Vienna based artist collective. The scamps at Gelitin have brought us performance art wonders like the Human Elevator, a bunch of muscular fellows on a scaffolding who lift the viewer to the top of the building using their buff arms. Last year, they built a functioning rollercoaster inside of a gallery, and now, it seems, they have enlisted knitting grannies into their evil scheme (where are all of these knitting art-grannies coming from?). Their new work, Hase (translated as "rabbit") is a 200-foot long toy rabbit knit from pink wool resting on a mountaintop in northern Italy: You don't have to rush there, dearies, it'll be on view for the next 20 years.
RabbitLINK thanks, Clifton!
The things one finds wandering in a landscape: familiar things and utterly unknown, like a flower one has never seen before, or, as Columbus discovered, an inexplicable continent;
and then, behind a hill, as if knitted by giant grandmothers, lies this vast rabbit, to make you feel as small as a daisy.
The toilet-paper-pink creature lies on its back: a rabbit-mountain like Gulliver in Lilliput. Happy you feel as you climb up along its ears, almost falling into its cavernous mouth, to the belly-summit and look out over the pink woolen landscape of the rabbitís body, a country dropped from the sky;
ears and limbs sneaking into the distance; from its side flowing heart, liver and
Happily in love you step down the decaying corpse, through the wound, now small like a maggot, over woolen kidney and bowel.
Happy you leave like the larva that gets its wings from an innocent carcass at the roadside.
Such is the happiness which made this rabbit.
i love the rabbit the rabbit loves me.