About Me

I am a large rabbit of peculiar height, stuck in a strange human suit. I was born between the hours of night and day and for sometime
thereafter remained in a brick building. Until seven years of age, I lived at the Kent & Merit’s Three Island Circus and Side Show. The place in which my parents had first become acquainted. I was raised alongside the likes of acrobats, lions, fortunetellers, ventriloquists, bearded women,
monkeys, trapeze artists, strong men, elephants,
and knife throwers to name a few. Often playing with automatons, I’d sneak inside the worlds only and most marvelous wonder, the “TELE-TUBE”. My mother, Known as “Organ Lady”, would play several tiny versions of this instrument at once, late at night, and in a narrow elongated room. All a while, she would vocalize wounded bird calls of many nondescript species. My father was known as “Alphabet Man”, for two reasons. The first, being that he often made up new words while stumbling over old ones. Secondly, is that he had the keen ability in knowing that each and every word was derived from the Greek language. After sometime, my parents decided to leave the traveling life behind and stay where the circus last set up. I spent the rest of my childhood on the east coast. I lived on a salt marsh close to the ocean, under a black railroad bridge in a modest pink whale. I was surrounded by wayward household appliances and often chased by tenacious packs of brook people. One day, I had a brief encounter with a large unidentifiable sea creature that was washed up on shore. While frantically flopping its way back into the ocean it suddenly stopped, whispered a faint gurgled message in my ear, then swam away, never to be seen again. The profound impact of these experiences caused me to retreat into an inner world, triggering my need to compulsively create. Using mostly pencil stubs of various shapes and sizes were my tools of choice to visually express myself. I fell sideways early in life and was often seen practicing Psychic Automatism (which I still practice today). This became a source of ridicule throughout my adolescence. So, I sought refuge in abandoned rabbit warrens. Daydreaming was a constant, while in school, delivering news papers or having any other responsibility that required my full attention. When the crow came to visit I listened and went off to study art inside an old ice house. Not long after, I explored the untamed wilderness of the Pacific North West and then to the mysterious shores of the Caribbean. This in turn led me back to the east coast, where I settled down in a seaside community. To supplement my career as an artist, I took a day job as a generic product namer. While in my studio, late at night, I create to the rhythmic sound of fog horns and the intoxicating smell of moon flowers. I consist primarily on a diet of cold pizza and coffee. Also, prescribed by a family doctor since the age of four, I am to have up to five doses every three hours of old jas recordings, making a total of no more than sixty doses within a twenty four hour period.
Currently, I reside in a habitrail, accompanied by my beautiful and creative wife, our wonderfully imaginative son, an unusually hyper turtle, The reclusive yowling cat, a stinky but lovable Foo dog, one fish with a spiny waist coat and two gossiping frogs.

D'où Venons Nous ?Que Sommes Nous ? Où Allons Nous?
P. Gauguin