The rabbit nightmare 

Exposition à la Laverie, 2012

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Once she told me, where his eyes are? I didn't know, maybe i swallow them while hugging him. He didn't need eyes but she sew him new ones.
Few month later, after a family reunion, she said he stink ! He was smelling wood because of the chimney fire, a comfortable smell. On his foot a little smell of grass, on his ear something like barbecue and on his hand my mother's perfume. I loved him that way. But she decided to wash him.
He suffered a lot in her hand but be washed was the worst that can happen to him.  
He wasn't mine anymore, he was smelling clean, he was looking clean. 
How can I slept with something who don't remind me anything. Nightmare.