Birth of the Moon Hare
Birth of the Moon Hare, 8.5"x 18”x 12”, fired clay with acrylic
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Birth of the Moon Hare
Fired clay with casein, 16.5"x 15.5"x 12"
This sculpture is a collaboration with Colin Poole, created for a Beautiful Bizarre Magazine curated exhibition called "Animalia" at the Haven Gallery in New York.
Here is a short poem inspired by the sculpture:
Birth of the Moon Hare
I have watched eons come and go
And may be older than I seem
Stories I have a plenty
Yet this one may be just a dream
It was a night to toss and turn
For sleep was far from reach
The only sound that could be heard
Was the calling of the beach
So I rose from where I lay
And crossed both marsh and moor
Up and down I trod the dunes
Til I stood beside the shore
I listened to the lapping waves
With my sandals in my hand
I felt the breeze upon my skin
And pushed my toes into the sand
The night was warm and full of stars
As I sat upon the dune
They danced above like little sparks
In a sky bereft of moon
I thought of lovers come and gone
Of the times when I was young
Of places traveled near and far
As I waited for the sun
I pondered hopes that made me smile
For my regrets I shed a tear
Yet, it’s been a life well-lived
So in time, my eyes did clear
I gazed at the expanse of blue
Though far from land and hard to tell
Something sailed toward the shore
It seemed to be both wave and shell
Borne within this arching bower
Pale of skin and bare of breast
With lengthy ear and gentle smile
Lay the hare upon her nest
Within her hand she had a jewel
Its form from silver hewn
It did glow with icy fire
As I beheld this crescent moon
She set the moon among the stars
Its light ever more divine
But when I turned my gaze to earth
Of the hare there was no sign
Yet the shell she’d laid upon
At water’s edge I found
Though much smaller than before
Still it held the ocean’s sound
Though I’ve sat upon that shore
For countless nights on end
Such a sight to thrill my heart
I’ve never seen again
Oft I think on that special eve
An how it cast a spell
Though I’ve yet to see her twice
In my dreams she sweetly dwells
I thought to keep her treasured shell
For who’d believe or think it true
Yet in the end I left it there
Along the shore, it waits for you.
Here is a short poem inspired by the sculpture:
Birth of the Moon Hare
I have watched eons come and go
And may be older than I seem
Stories I have a plenty
Yet this one may be just a dream
It was a night to toss and turn
For sleep was far from reach
The only sound that could be heard
Was the calling of the beach
So I rose from where I lay
And crossed both marsh and moor
Up and down I trod the dunes
Til I stood beside the shore
I listened to the lapping waves
With my sandals in my hand
I felt the breeze upon my skin
And pushed my toes into the sand
The night was warm and full of stars
As I sat upon the dune
They danced above like little sparks
In a sky bereft of moon
I thought of lovers come and gone
Of the times when I was young
Of places traveled near and far
As I waited for the sun
I pondered hopes that made me smile
For my regrets I shed a tear
Yet, it’s been a life well-lived
So in time, my eyes did clear
I gazed at the expanse of blue
Though far from land and hard to tell
Something sailed toward the shore
It seemed to be both wave and shell
Borne within this arching bower
Pale of skin and bare of breast
With lengthy ear and gentle smile
Lay the hare upon her nest
Within her hand she had a jewel
Its form from silver hewn
It did glow with icy fire
As I beheld this crescent moon
She set the moon among the stars
Its light ever more divine
But when I turned my gaze to earth
Of the hare there was no sign
Yet the shell she’d laid upon
At water’s edge I found
Though much smaller than before
Still it held the ocean’s sound
Though I’ve sat upon that shore
For countless nights on end
Such a sight to thrill my heart
I’ve never seen again
Oft I think on that special eve
An how it cast a spell
Though I’ve yet to see her twice
In my dreams she sweetly dwells
I thought to keep her treasured shell
For who’d believe or think it true
Yet in the end I left it there
Along the shore, it waits for you.