What's with the Rabbit ...
Essay & poem by Bridget Riversmith

When I was a kid I had a recurring nightmare in which a rabbit escaped a trap by shedding his skin. Later dreams cast him in less gorey (though still red) roles, and he's since settled in as a common character in my artwork.

Cute is not a word that I would use to describe the Red Rabbit. He's definitely more jack rabbit than bunny. A trickster by nature, he can shift his shape and slip between realities. Elusive and hyper-vigilant, he also suffers extreme curiosity which repeatedly draws him into the endless quagmire of adventure. All of his extraordinary capabilities have come at a very high price though, for he is indeed dead.