Still fooling around with gel medium. And rabbits.
I thought this one was a companion piece to the Wolf-Ate-Them rabbit–I started them at the same time–but it’s incredible how much the difference between the shiny transparent surface and the opaque matte one changed my perception of the piece. So I guess it’s related. I’d say they’re in the same series, but if I call it a series it will immediately cease to exist and I will be compelled to build peacocks out of chewing gum or something, so let’s not go there.
The pastel pencils I used on this one were a Ziploc bag full sent to me by my mother, when I was in college. I was probably eighteen and taking an art class with pastels, and I was really liking them, so Mom sent me a bunch that she didn’t use. Fourteen years later, despite eight moves, a divorce, and a whole lot of reckless purging of possessions, I still have them, and they turned out to be what I needed for this piece.
And I just saw a mourning cloak butterfly. Winter may not be ready to leave, but I hold out hope that it is looking for its coat and making its farewells.
