Futility Rabbit has struck again.
like Eavan Boland’s poem The Famine Road, “[holes] forced from nowhere, going nowhere of course…”
hubris.
death, holes, growth
vestiges of a 7500-year-old drowned forest on the beach in Spiddal
holidays in scenic Connemara
looking at this recurring 12×12" apocalypse as many different ways as i can
how to know when it’s done tho
abandoned painting, oil on panel
Sleazy Rabbits: a collection