Hare Tales

This is the first time in my adult life I've not lived with a rabbit or 2.  I've owned 8 since I left my parents' home, (including the one I kidnapped off my S-I-L) and it really annoys me that I don't have any now, but I'm terrified of either a) the summer heat and/or b) the snakes or the hunting dogs killing them, so for now I'm bunnless, boohoo!
We've had house rabbits lolloping around the place that are perfectly house trained, rabbits who think they are dogs, rabbits with attitude, rabbits that play football..........
But me oh my, hares really, really get me going. There is something so mystical, instinctive and elemental about them. I am pretty sure, but perhaps it's a myth, that they are untameable and the stress of captivity kills them. Otherwise, oh yes, I'd have one.

Hares were two of my Firsts. The first large sculpture I ever created was of a hare, made with a mix of cement and crushed terracotta. Also, the first artwork we ever bought was an etching by Georgina Warne, at a time when we could barely afford food. God, it was SO worth living off nothing but pasta for a month, I still love it.

 The other day I was reading Liza Corbett's post about Beth Cavener Stichter. I've never seen her work before, just cop an eyeful of these.

 

  

Then there was my dream that had me creating this series of harewoman pictures

 

and after selling this drawing

 

I thought sod it, and bought this very beautiful Nordic Blue Hares gocco print from Dee Beale. Yes, I know, I shouldn't sell art to buy art but a girl is allowed the odd treat here and there isn't she? Doesn't make me a bad person.