'THE WARRENS'
The Warrens. It's the place where the warm scent of fur fills your nostrils. The place where hallways turn to tunnels lined with rich damp earth. The place that you run from and to, gouging the floor with your claws. The place where hands turn to hooves over dawn drenched dunes. The place where antlers burst like tulips through the soil of your flesh...reaching towards their destiny. The place with the room of mirrors at the end of the long hall.
Searching, isolation, depth, acceptance, and self-awareness.
[The] Warren(s);
A network of interconnecting rabbit burrows.
A densely populated or labyrinthine building or district.
...Look below for a window into The Warrens...
"FORGOTTEN REST"
- A Self-Portrait, in the desert of 'The Warrens' -
...Alone in The Desert of Dreams, I cry out - over the storm - through the passing of time and unending accumulation of memory. Taking the form of the Horned Hare, I loped across shifting dunes and through abandoned domiciles. In the last room at the end of the Long Hall, I found Beksinski's Looking Glass...
