tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88176435438802415712024-02-20T14:56:04.524-05:00The Madness is the MethodAll imagery 100% digital free. Any manipulations and/or effects are done either in camera (occasionally) or in darkroom (usually).lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-66768749566253975292012-03-15T20:48:00.001-04:002012-03-15T20:50:46.258-04:00Working Process - From the Sketchbook<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6986011765/" title="working process #6 - Bent by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7066/6986011765_1a3b30acb2.jpg" width="400" height="262" alt="working process #6 - Bent"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6986011769/" title="working process #7 - Resume by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7062/6986011769_ed91c40996.jpg" width="400" height="272" alt="working process #7 - Resume"></a>lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-42738293563203677002012-03-13T22:59:00.001-04:002012-03-13T23:01:05.633-04:00A little bit disconcertingResume<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6980960871/" title="resume by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7060/6980960871_7659593b5d.jpg" width="361" height="500" alt="resume"></a><br />I despise job hunting. <br /><br />Bent<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6822147306/" title="Bent by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7068/6822147306_43fe29c21b.jpg" width="357" height="500" alt="Bent"></a>lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-12605038464117926322012-03-08T20:01:00.003-05:002012-03-08T20:07:04.721-05:00A lonely 'Drowning' made her own Page<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6819070286/" title="'Drowning, not waving' opens her own FB page by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7193/6819070286_5ce988bea0.jpg" width="400" height="143" alt="'Drowning, not waving' opens her own FB page"></a><br />(Being unaware of the gender of books I made an educated guess.)<br />www.facebook.com/pages/Drowning-not-waving-artist-book/180694568690942lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-63683590727270694492012-03-04T21:56:00.001-05:002012-03-04T22:00:19.732-05:00Absence of Memory (200?)“The idea of a house built so that people could become lost in it is perhaps more unusual than that of a man with a bull’s head, but both ideas go well together and the image of the labyrinth fits with the image of the Minotaur. It is equally fitting that in the center of a monstrous house there be a monstrous inhabitant.” –Borges<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/243551171/" title="coincidence by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/90/243551171_ac3e9c1851.jpg" width="392" height="500" alt="coincidence"></a><br /><br />A house, to which one expects to return but does not, becomes a relic.<br /><br />I stepped out of the door one day for what I expected would be a moment and did not return for weeks. Never did return intact. The impetus for this absence is a fascinating, devastating, poignant and decidedly tragic story, which I will not relate here.<br />You can, however, see it in the walls.<br /><br />It isn’t much of a house. It is a delicate wreck of a house. And I was rebuilding it. I built a number of rooms very quickly. Beautiful rooms, hopeful rooms, not just patch and plaster but exceptional rooms-painted gardens, a ceiling spiral of stars, book pages covering the walls. Other walls aged, layer over layer of paint and crackling, icons visible, etched like hieroglyphics-a rabbit, an eye. Floors worked into a chessboard grid with book pages, illustrated, illuminated, heavily shellacked onto the surface so I could walk across without disturbing them. Neither need nor occasion to turn a page.<br /><br />Upon my return I looked at my home as if it belonged to a stranger. I live a solitary existence so the things I had left, as I had left them, were all that remained to speak for me. Casually misplaced, awry, askew and adrift, arranged, displayed, collected.<br />Collecting dust.<br /><br />I do not remember having put it all together, though I know I had done. So I decided to let the rooms have their say. Memory of who I once was. Parts of the best parts of me.<br /><br />The house, my home, mirrors me. Tragedy in reverse.<br />It had fallen apart before I found it.<br />I am falling it back together.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-51041873174435238642012-02-19T18:28:00.001-05:002012-02-19T18:29:13.242-05:00And so it endsThe set has been struck. 'Spirit photograph: Departure'<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6905893007/" title="Spirit photograph: Departure by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7199/6905893007_a2bd9b5125.jpg" width="391" height="500" alt="Spirit photograph: Departure"></a><br />good-bye.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-44589233666582592852012-02-18T18:39:00.000-05:002012-02-18T18:40:48.721-05:00The truth about mirrorsSpirit photograph - Interiors<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6898984161/" title="Spirit photograph-Interiors by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7055/6898984161_517365749b.jpg" width="395" height="500" alt="Spirit photograph-Interiors"></a><br /><br />Working with mirrors is more a matter of luck than anything else. This one was a gift-first try. But I cannot count how many negatives I have shot over the years that have me, posing dramatically in gown or straight jacket, next to a mirror majestically reflecting a light socket or bit of ceiling fan.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-79583408138353096702012-01-17T18:05:00.007-05:002012-02-14T20:40:02.783-05:00Spirit Photographs(after Mumler)<br /><br />Holding Hands<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6716855471/" title="'Holding hands' (spirit photography) by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6716855471_8acb1c446a.jpg" width="401" height="500" alt="'Holding hands' (spirit photography)"></a><br /><br />There is a book 'The Perfect Medium: Photography and theOccult' with a tremendous selection of spirit photographs. (Best one, Mary Todd in widows weeds with the ghost of her beloved Abe Lincoln). They are absurd but people believed them because there was the perception of photography as truth, and they had faith. So do I, in my own way, which is why I spent yesterday pushing all the furniture in the green room into the hall and made a theater. Today I set the stage.<br /><br />Puppet<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6878517237/" title="Spirit photograph: Puppet by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7051/6878517237_f6de0e072d.jpg" width="405" height="500" alt="Spirit photograph: Puppet"></a><br /><br />No Exit<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6733676511/" title="No Exit by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6733676511_e4a85ae55c.jpg" width="405" height="500" alt="No Exit"></a><br /><br />Time out of joint<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6871703625/" title="Spirit photograph-Time out of joint by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7050/6871703625_f41dd3fcaf.jpg" width="411" height="500" alt="Spirit photograph-Time out of joint"></a><br /><br />Curtain Call<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6746044427/" title="Curtain call by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6746044427_566a855f8a.jpg" width="401" height="500" alt="Curtain call"></a>lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-51128471312822834032012-01-14T12:39:00.002-05:002012-01-14T12:42:56.681-05:00The unconscious Line-UpThe line up.<br />Today was to be cleaning day which is why I am sitting on the floor playing with pictures. I pieced together the last three I did, out of sequence, and I think they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. It was not intentional. I like to think I am conscious of what I am doing but I am not infrequently wrong on that point.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6695852301/" title="The line up by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6695852301_6b0bb7aa2d.jpg" width="400" height="186" alt="The line up" /></a>lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-34241528469714371272012-01-13T18:51:00.002-05:002012-01-13T18:52:54.942-05:00Eclipse(Staring at the sun with my heart in my throat.)<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6692154297/" title="Eclipse by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6692154297_ebfa8d46b2.jpg" width="349" height="500" alt="Eclipse"></a><br />This page is from a different book.<br /><br />As it turns out I am not infrequently wrong. <br />And I have no idea what comes next.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-59686373860047258452012-01-12T19:53:00.003-05:002012-01-12T20:00:21.519-05:00Apology<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6674574601/" title="Apology by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6674574601_9a461a01f1.jpg" width="351" height="500" alt="Apology"></a><br />I cannot recall if I ever mailed a copy of this letter.<br />It reads:<br /><br />'Dear C-<br /> <br /> There is no excuse for my not having written in so long. I wrote letter after letter and never mailed them,<br />disgusted with the fact that they were the same story over and over again.<br /> My constantly predicted decline; each time I spiral down I find myself looking up. <br />Being the method of your own destruction is not only tiring but so very, very common.<br /> I still work, I still hope. I miss you, and I find myself with a steady ---- (*letter torn) of ideas for which you would be the ideal model. The latest of which is --- (*) illustration of a common plea:<br /> I do not want to die terrified,<br /> I do not want to die weeping,<br /> I do not want to die holding the heart of someone I love in my hands.<br />I see a woman prostrate before the opened pages of a newspaper upon which has been placed a cow heart.<br /> I would use a human heart but aside from the legal ramifications they are just too small.<br /> ------- (*crossed out)<br />Love,<br />Z'lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-67531656110173815892012-01-05T15:52:00.000-05:002012-01-05T15:53:04.949-05:00PalimpsestTrying to find the story inside.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6642961901/" title="palimpsest by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7162/6642961901_f3801fd4f6.jpg" width="353" height="500" alt="palimpsest"></a><br />I know it's in here.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-87665506697212429892012-01-01T20:36:00.004-05:002012-01-01T20:48:35.286-05:00Ring in the new...'When all else is lost, the future still remains.'<br />-Bovee<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6614669047/" title="Year's End 2011-Ghosted by numbers by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6614669047_c3349fa019.jpg" width="366" height="500" alt="Year's End 2011-Ghosted by numbers"></a><br /><br />Year's End - 'Ghosted by numbers' 2011<br /><br />The fourth year of Year's End series.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6614669075/" title="Year's End 2008-2011 Sequential by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6614669075_6980fe9e00.jpg" width="400" height="134" alt="Year's End 2008-2011 Sequential"></a><br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/sets/72157628672510059/lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-70168536532095477802011-12-19T09:55:00.001-05:002011-12-19T09:57:38.352-05:00AddendumOn why 'Drowning' is such an important book for me, it was the first project that I had ever conceived and completed from beginning to end. Before that I always thought in terms of the single masterpiece image, that line of thought works for some but it caused me to miss some important things until I made the 'Drowning Discovery'. With 'Drowning' I became a storyteller. And that's what I want to be when I grow up.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-28164384687844817252011-11-27T19:20:00.000-05:002011-11-27T16:10:51.434-05:00Drowning, not waving Artist BookThis is where I started. This is where the path revealed itself. This one matters the most to me so I am making it available at a most reasonable rate. $26 includes shipping US, $31 international. When interested contact me directly at rabbitlange@gmail.com<br /><br /> <br />A visual narrative artist book<br />Description <br />Fewer than 30% of suicides leave a note. More probably make the effort but find the results inadequate, the futile attempt at describing logically a desperate and illogical act.<br />Contained in this volume are 31 case studies-<br />1. brief case history 2. snapshot 3. photographic documentation of items from pickets, found clutched int he hands, or arranged to be the last thing the deceased would see in the world.<br />Of individuals who, feeling their lives had failed, ended them;<br />and finding that words had failed, abandoned them.<br />In the hopes that these objects will speak to us in lieu of the notes that were not left.<br />76 pages, 4/4 full colour offset press, handmade cover, comb binding.<br /><br />And here are a few examples as to how this tale is told.<br /><BR><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/3128499686/" title="drowning cover by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3094/3128499686_587635e3b5.jpg" width="349" height="500" alt="drowning cover"></a><br /><BR><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/299464197/" title="Beatrice's story by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/115/299464197_ae87580c8c.jpg" width="400" height="250" alt="Beatrice's story"></a><br /><BR><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/299464201/" title="# 3 (detail) by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/106/299464201_f6c5889669.jpg" width="400" height="250" alt="# 3 (detail)"></a><br /><BR><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/299464205/" title="#13 (detail) by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/103/299464205_8a3806f42a.jpg" width="400" height="250" alt="#13 (detail)"></a><br /><BR><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/299464203/" title="# 8 (detail) by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/109/299464203_d14c6974de.jpg" width="400" height="250" alt="# 8 (detail)"></a><br /><BR><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/299453689/" title="# 31 (full page) by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/104/299453689_3150dba81d.jpg" width="400" height="250" alt="# 31 (full page)"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Everything is apparent here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Drowning-not-waving-artist-book/180694568690942lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-52447877087073399912011-11-27T16:09:00.001-05:002011-11-27T16:09:48.813-05:00On the Season I became The Good WitchIn a public city psych ward, no matter which one, no matter the time of year there are certain constants.<br />There is always a howler, always male, past the point of verbalization and can only wail. This time it was a 7 foot Korean man with the lung capacity of an operatic tenor. He was put in the quiet room and does not play a part in this story.<br />At least two schizes, either benevolent or malevolent schizophrenia is past the point, they are destroyed. At least one suicide attempt, usually two, late teens early twenties, could be male or female. A handful of deps, depressives watch and tend to keep silent. A few uncategorized. I do not recall the year or the season but it was cold so they were scooped up off the streets to keep from freezing. And the bipol. That would be me. I was frequently the only one. I do not know why. And as irony would have it I was generally the healthiest one on the floor after I was stabilized in the ER.<br />As I said I do not know the year or actual time of year. Just that it was cold so the season shall be dubbed as Winter.<br />This was the season I became the good witch.<br />One of the anomalous this time around was named Cathy. I do not know how I knew that. She seldom spoke. She was in a wheelchair, her leg straight out in an elaborate cast and she wore a bicycle helmet. All day every day she worked on a pull rug she kept in her lap. I never did make out the picture.<br />Psych is also a matter of routine – wake up, group meeting, breakfast, individual groups, lunch, arts and craft (plastic beads on rubber band bracelets), quiet time, dinner, evening group meeting, relaxation. TV or games. The problem with games is findng one intact. The obsessive compulsives from the stay before got to the books and tore out every third page, There must have been a pica as well who got to the Scrabble pieces. We were able to mix two games together to make enough tiles but you have no idea what pieces survived and what didn’t which adds an extra layer to the game.<br />Helpful hint: When playing a Pica ravaged tile set of Scrabble with a delusional- do not challenge. No matter what is posited as a word, accept it.<br />But I have strayed from the story at hand.<br />The following day, after group and before lunch, there was a tug on my gown. It was Cathy. I knelt down to face her. Her eyes seemed the size of saucers. They could not possible have been as large as I remember them but I believe they were that blue. She looked at me and said she was sorry she called me a witch. I told her she never called me a witch and she said she had, the previous day at group, she had and she was sorry.<br />A tear the size and shape of a turnip fell out of one impossible eye and slid down her cheek. ‘You’re not a witch’, she said. ‘Or if you are a witch you’re a good witch.’ She concentrated a moment and looked back at me. ‘You’re a Glinda’, she said. ‘That’s it, you’re a Glinda’. The nurse grabbed her wheelchair and started backing her away down the hall and she stared at me and said again, ‘You’re a Glinda’.<br />‘You’re a Glinda’,<br />‘You’re a Glinda’,<br />‘You’re a Glinda’,<br />A tear of my own fell for Cathy, though not nearly as large and not through impossible eyes. <br />We were packed off to bed and in the morning Cathy was gone. More than a single tear fell from my eyes that morning. They had taken her at night,you see.<br />If you are discharged from psych they always do it in the morning. If they take you away, which is something else entirely, they always do it at night.<br />She was never seen on the floor again.<br />They released me within a few days after and as always when I walked home from the hospital I was amazed that the world had continued to turn.<br />But this time was different from all the others, before and since. This time I left as The Good Witch, dubbed as such by Cathy, who like many of the deeply damaged I have come across seems to know things no one else does, and her impossible eyes.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-86928971275203632552011-10-08T10:22:00.003-04:002011-10-08T10:38:03.211-04:00The birthdays (2006-2011...and counting)2011: Sixth year birthday - Me, myself & eye. I blew out the match. These candles were never lit.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6221133608/" title="Sixth year birthday-me, myself + I by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6019/6221133608_9707215dc2.jpg" width="399" height="500" alt="Sixth year birthday-me, myself + I"></a><br /><BR><br />2010: Tomorrow is my birthday and I have tired of this room.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/5037890404/" title="No such thing as silence. (The 5th year) by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/5037890404_2a40f1fd08.jpg" width="394" height="500" alt="No such thing as silence. (The 5th year)"></a><br /><BR><br />2009: Bring the candle to the flame.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/4010835337/" title="Bring the candle to the flame by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2449/4010835337_341bea904e.jpg" width="394" height="500" alt="Bring the candle to the flame"></a><br /><BR><br />2008: Birthday girl. (Eaten by the walls).<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/2910138721/" title="birthday 3, 2 days past- eaten by the walls by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2910138721_a387c2ac89.jpg" width="394" height="500" alt="birthday 3, 2 days past- eaten by the walls"></a><br /><BR><br />2007: Tomorrow is my birthday and things are much the same.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/1464962204/" title="tomorrow is my birthday and things are much the same by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1099/1464962204_5113ffaab2.jpg" width="383" height="500" alt="tomorrow is my birthday and things are much the same"></a><br /><BR><br />These are where it began. The only time there were two. When I lost the last people in my life I threw myself a party.<br /><BR><br />Tomorrow is my birthday and all my friends are here.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/256606782/" title="tomorrow is my birthday and all my friends are here by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/91/256606782_06e660d0f2.jpg" width="407" height="500" alt="tomorrow is my birthday and all my friends are here"></a><br />'And my, how we laughed'.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/256606780/" title="and my, how we laughed by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/256606780_67981e1e98.jpg" width="392" height="500" alt="and my, how we laughed"></a>lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-16628600923969029142011-10-04T13:24:00.000-04:002011-10-04T13:26:01.626-04:00Cornered<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6182211471/" title="Cornered by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6171/6182211471_5e97547001.jpg" width="393" height="500" alt="Cornered"></a><br /><br />Back to the 8x10. Deardorff.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-61661476891281663742011-09-17T08:47:00.002-04:002011-09-17T08:49:20.228-04:00The most wonderful time of the yearA gothic abecedarian narrative for 2012.<br />My annual calendar girls are ready to be set loose.<br />The first time I never had to worry over sequence.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/6155593196/" title="A gothic abecedarian narrative for 2012 by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6061/6155593196_b32c7c7386_z.jpg" width="369" height="640" alt="A gothic abecedarian narrative for 2012"></a><br /><br />Complete preview available here:<br />http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/lsimonutti<br />Just click on the cover to see inside.<br />:)lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-75634468801918530742011-09-13T15:41:00.003-04:002011-09-13T15:45:13.636-04:00Help me!Really now. I have a new idea but cannot start new book until old book is completed.<br />8 copies left. Just 8. Call your friends, enemies, grab random strangers on the street.<br />Help me set these free!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/5635353626/" title="handbound book-opened & closed by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5226/5635353626_a52e65aed5.jpg" width="340" height="500" alt="handbound book-opened & closed"></a><br /><br />This one matters to me.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-5743711054991285572011-08-26T09:16:00.003-04:002011-08-26T09:26:46.925-04:00A day at the Zoo<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/757334108/" title="the impostor by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1051/757334108_e803eb482e.jpg" width="400" height="498" alt="the impostor"></a>
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<br />Zoo in rain. Animals, despite being what I consider waterproof, do not frolic in the rain. They go inside just like people. Except me. Get to zoo. Buy souvenir umbrella. Do not buy map because maps should be free. In first 40 minutes discover locale of parking lots A + B. Return to store. Buy souvenir map.
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<br />In 3 1/2 hrs. I saw 2 zebra butts (they would not turn around despite my calls of 'Hey Zebra!' - I know they heard me). 2 wild horses (which look just like regular horses) and the chipmunk and squirrel habitat which would have irked me were it not for the arrow shaped sign pointing to it which said 'This way to the nut hunters.'
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<br />*It is possible I saw an elephant. It was about 100 yards away in a raging downpour and I have poor eyesight but it certainly resembled an elephant, either that or a very large rock.
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<br />No pandas in the large panda habitat. 1 panda inside white cubicle facing the wall. No face, no paws, just panda butt. After several minutes I could not discern the panda breathing-due either to the thickness of its' coat or perhaps it was dead. I walk past Panda Mart, Panda Market, Panda Store to arrive at Panda Plaza where I check out the menu of Panda Grill to see if there is Panda on the menu. No
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<br />Then I lose my wallet with my driver's license, bank card and I pod touch on the train ride home. I knew there was a reason why I seldom go out.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-4152201536890624472011-08-20T18:34:00.003-04:002011-08-20T18:38:57.258-04:00Dark, Darker, DarkestThe books are winding down. Only a handful left. Do not let 'Silence' languish. These need a home.
<br />Go here. Do it now. http://lauren-rabbit.blogspot.com/2011/04/silence-is-secret-to-sanity-19-images.html
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<br />And for the most current of events:
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<br />Idle Hands
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<br />Our hapless heroine has no idea what she is going to do.
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<br />The Operating Theater
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<br />No good can come of this.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-27767920631774842452011-07-27T14:21:00.004-04:002011-07-27T14:31:01.742-04:00Books! Heat, books, heat...It is too hot to shoot.<br />I've been folding paper and hiding from the sun for over a week.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/5707705518/" title="Parts is parts by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2068/5707705518_f0c84c0b0b_z.jpg" width="400" height="610" alt="Parts is parts"></a><br />Pretty, pretty.<br />http://lauren-rabbit.deviantart.com/journal/42574007/<br /><br />It is over 90 in my house.<br />I just cannot seem to see anything at that temperature.<br />And from time to time I walk into the basement, which is cool, and stare at my darkroom sink, and sigh.<br />I cannot wait for Fall.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-13606416172841621272011-07-10T13:40:00.003-04:002011-07-10T13:42:43.118-04:00Time Counts<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/5922787088/" title="Time Counts by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6125/5922787088_26d1caf18e_z.jpg" width="400" height="575" alt="Time Counts"></a><br />Mortality has been uncomfortably on my mind lately.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-31813397218750116062011-07-07T20:13:00.001-04:002011-07-07T20:15:33.691-04:00The Devil's Alphabet<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurensimonutti/5913991980/" title="The Devil for Barter by lauren.rabbit, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5238/5913991980_ab8335a91c_z.jpg" width="400" height="575" alt="The Devil for Barter"></a><br /><br />Terribly ill for over 3 1/2 weeks, I could barely move so I resurrected the Devil for barter.<br />The full alphabet is displayed by my gallery here: www.edelmangallery.com/simonutti/devils_alphabet/simonutt...<br />Book details here: www.blurb.com/user/store/laurenrabbitlauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817643543880241571.post-11524443441337674682011-06-05T15:51:00.001-04:002011-06-05T15:52:03.862-04:00Halfway home...The next available edition of 'No such thing as silence' is #26, meaning my plans for handbound world domination are halfway to completion. Give a book a home!<br />Details below.lauren-rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07344555916949299920noreply@blogger.com0