HOP ALONG LITTLE BUNNY

This reflects with how we currently are. Us, always at home, feeling locked up. Our karma for being cruel and mistreating animals. The number of people that died during the pandemic may be the number of animals that were abused, slaughtered, and/or devoured. The animal as the personification of the artist, born on the year of the rabbit.

This is a way of voicing out for animals who cannot speak for themselves. They may be able to make noises, but that does not always stop people from killing or torturing them. In the background, you see a gore/morbid scene of a butcher gutting out the glands of an animal unto a bowl. You can see the carcasses hung unto the ceiling. Blood splattered across his working table and his clothes. For the foreground, it is our skeletal rabbit, symbolising death and that it has lost its identity along with its skin and glands. And right there, outside the cage, an empty tray; reserved for his turn to be butchered next.

Everyone has their own rights, but it seems that that does not apply to everyone nor everything. Only meant as a livestock for some countries, sure, but must they be treated harshly before death? Cramped or small cages, abusively treated for one’s twisted satisfaction, and some skinned alive.

In this perspective, it is you (the viewer) who is inside the cage, and the background painting of the butcher shop (inside the canvas) is the outside of the cage. So, one can feel and see the rabbit’s point of view, but you could be among the trapped rabbits. Only able to sit and wait for one’s fate.