Bunny, 12x12"

At approximately 12:37 pm today, I became consumed with the need to paint. I think the urge stemmed from the fact that my prior thoughts were all about contacting an unreachable person... Painting tends to take my head to a calmer place where I'm less likely to dwell on reality and how much it sucks.

Anyway... I get home and find that I have no small boards. I don't love the 12x12" format anymore and thus my therapy session has been a bit of a bummer. And, I don't love this bunny. He's just not doing it for me... I want to move on, really I do, but I crave the comfort that has been left behind. I'm not talking about the bird, I'm sure you know. It's all symbolic for me and the rest of the world lives with their feet planted firmly in reality.