As a child I wasn’t into celebrating Easter all that much. Just remember new outfits and sometimes the family would walk through Central Park. I got Easter baskets complete with a chocolate bunny.
Another Instagram photo. Red right hand bunny. Must be a Nick Cave fan. Bad joke. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, March 2013.
March 2013. It seems as if everyone was making a big deal about various Spring holidays more than usual. Probably because it just seemed like the longest Winter ever. Even I got tired of the Frost Giants. Apparently The Hrimpursar had overstayed their welcome.
This year I had dinner with my parents. Now I realize that I was raised as an only child within a dysfunctional family. Which sorta explains my perspective and sense of humor. Yet surprisingly it was nice for a change. I showed up solo to dinner. My mother gave me my birthday presents along with parental warmth. My father didn’t get on my case for a change. Afterwards both me and my mom watched of all things this feminist documentary. It was broadcasting on some public television station. When I was growing up, I cannot recall my mother embracing any type of feminist concepts. Odd, but another pleasant surprise. Then mom asked me if I ever watched that CBS reality show ‘The Amazing Race.’ It was then I realized my mother always liked to travel.
After dinner I did a quick sketch of my mother. Photo from when she was either in her late teens or early twenties.
In her single life she was doing exactly that. During the late 1960s, my mother arrived on the U.S. shores looking for work as a nanny. Originally she planned to head back to Liverpool, England, but not before she had a taste of the American life. Then one night she decided to check out the Roseland Ballroom. That visit changed her life. She met a man who would known as my father. He convinced her not to go back to the U.K. and stay with him. Then they spawned me and completely ruined everything.
I joke. Well sort of. They’re still together after all this time. Along the way they slowly accepted my ever changing tastes in music, hair colors and a love of all things dark. Do I ever want to be like them? Hmm…yes and no. My mother will always have a kind, compassionate heart. She can never be as incorrigible as me. We’re both cat lovers. Guess it runs in the family.
A friend of Psycho Bunny? Must be tough hiding all those eggs. At least he goes top shelf. Found this photo on Facebook. Best bunny pic of the year. Photographer unknown.
Headed back home. Bunny hopping time was over. Again, it just seemed to be as if everyone was celebrating some sort of spring holiday. Passover, Spring Equinox, Ostara, Easter, eating chocolate bunny day, any other holiday I missed, take your pick. Bunnies had a resurgence. Especially with memes being uploaded on Facebook. For the first time ever, I got sick of anything hare related. Bunnies, rabbits, etc. Bleh. The next day I did this watercolor piece:
Beltaine Bunny. Watercolor. March/April 2013. Created by Michele Witchipoo.
Here I am with the shimmery glitter watercolors again. Of course you can’t tell that it’s glitter watercolor due to the scan. Once again. Anyway, I combined two of the spring holidays here. Easter and Beltane. Easter and Beltane really have nothing to do with each other, except for the pastel colors. Yet I missed Ostara and Spring Equinox. So I figured I would do a nod to Easter while waiting for Walpurgisnacht.
