Birth of the Moon Hare, 8.5"x 18”x 12”, fired clay with acrylic
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.