The rabbit loves you.

Check this out — an art installation in Italy, a giant — and I mean GIANT — knitted pink rabbit. But wait, there’s more! The artists’ description of the bunny, translated into English on their website, and I feel okay posting it here as it is marked "press." We’re press. Hey, I majored in journalism for a year back in the early ’80s.


Rabbit
(Read the whole thing. You’ll thank me, really.)
The things one finds wandering in a landscape: familiar things and
utterly unknown, like a flower one has never seen before, or, as
Columbus discovered, an inexplicable continent;
and then, behind a hill, as if knitted by giant grandmothers, lies this vast rabbit, to make you feel as small as a daisy. The toilet-paper-pink creature lies on its back: a rabbit-mountain like
Gulliver in Lilliput. Happy you feel as you climb up along its ears,
almost falling into its cavernous mouth, to the belly-summit and look
out over the pink woolen landscape of the rabbit’s body, a country
dropped from the sky;
ears and limbs sneaking into the distance; from its side flowing heart, liver and
intestines. Happily in love you step down the decaying corpse, through the wound, now small like a maggot, over woolen kidney and bowel. Happy you leave like the larva that gets its wings from an innocent carcass at the roadside. Such is the happiness which made this rabbit.
i love the rabbit the rabbit loves me.

Happy you leave like the larva, indeed.

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