76/365(+1), a photo by Luca Rossini on Flickr.
Lens: Minolta 100mm f2.8 macro
Camera: NEX-7, ISO200, f11, 1/160, raw
As a matter of fact, so far all my suicidal bunnies got stuck to death. Each of them for a different reason, in a different situation, as a different metaphor. Each of them tells a specific story. However, by the end of the day, they’re all stuck. I need no good old Freud to tell that this means: I must feel stuck.
OK, so why are there so many different suicidal bunnies in this project? Well, because each one depicts a different fear. But why am I scared? Because I feel stuck. Why am I stuck? Because I’m scared to move. Again, I need no therapist to point out that I’m stuck in a loop.
And now I’m not sleeping because Agata’s teething. I feel so heavy. Not just stuck, now I feel overwhelmed. So, here’s my current Mr. Bunny. Stuck in a jar and crushed under a pile of stones.