in
my case...
by Christian Schmidt-Rasmussen
In my case there's something which apparently does that the rabbit,
alive as well as in the image, is an autonomous, self fertilising,
by auto genesis arisen, indelible bordering on the sticky part of
my life. I am, of course, part of it myself. I began myself by making
a self portrait of myself as a very tense psychedelic rabbit, with
the result that I was given a rabbit who's name was Joe just like
my tenant's, who became fucking paranoid as he perceived it as a subtle
hint that he should move out, which he subsequently did when I executed
the rabbit by drowning it. Except for some interludes, which I won't
mention in this context, It has to be said that I tried to eat my
way out of the loop, rabbit just doesn't work that well, it's not
cannibalistic enough to devour rabbits meat, it was only in the highlands
of Ecuador that it started to look like something when I ate a grilled
guinea pig with an eagerness that was praised by the people who sold
me the animal. With grease running down my cheeks I figured that I
had gone full circle. But no, it came to be so unfortunate that the
rabbit moved in with my next door neighbour, started to breed, and
allowed itself to be given to the kids in spite of my loud objections,
by God, it's name is Sun. And now they've told me that I can't eat
it. (1995) |
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