Ava Bunny

W hile applying for a bunch of art shows and gallery spaces recently, I found myself having to make many biographies. As well as being exhausting. I also found it hard to describe myself and my art.   I found myself looking at other peoples biographies just to get an idea of how to write one myself. Tho' that only made it more complicated because I found myself unconsciously patterning mine after something I read instead of letting it flow naturally. I then tried reading some of the many comments people have left me over the years. And tho' I liked one persons description in which they described my style as fluid and organic! it wouldn't be me describing myself now would it.  I'll tell you its' hard summing up ones self and art sometimes. Mostly because for me growing up I always heard if you have to describe your work then it probably isn't very good. So I always hoped people could understand what it was my art was saying with out me telling them. But I...

H aven't had any dreams I remembered in awhile. But Saturday night I had one that stuck with me.  The dream opens up with me in an apartment and I'm pouring over what colors the walls need to be. Choosing the right wall color was very important in the dream though it wasn't clear to me right away why. I remember going from room to room in the dream and what ever color I was thinking the wall should be it would become. The living room was a deep royal blue and the kitchen was a deep red color like the one in this picture.  I just remember the need for everything to be very colorful even the furniture. There were these green chairs similar to this one in the picture below. As I walked through the apartment I felt like everything needed to be just right, and colorful. Color was very important!.    As I'm walking through the apartment I get to a door. I open the door and it's my mom lying in bed. She is dying of cancer. My mom actually did die from cance...