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Autumn passed and winter, and in the spring when the days grew warm and sunny, boy went out to play in the wood behind the house. And while he was playing two rabbits crept out from the bracken and peeped at him. One of them was brown all over, but the other had strange markings under his fur, as though long ago he had been spotted, and the spots still showed through. And about his little soft nose and his round black eyes, there was something familiar, so that the boy thought to himself: 'Why he looks like my old bunny that i had lost when i had Scarlet Fever!' But he never knew that it was really his old bunny, come back to look at the child who first made him real.

The Velveteen Rabbit

That night the boy slept in a different bedroom, and he had a new bunny to sleep with him. It was a spendid bunny, all white plush with real glass eyes. And while the boy was asleep, dreaming of the seaside, the little rabbit lay among the old picture books, in the corner behind the fowl house, and he felt very lonely.

The Velveteen Rabbit

'Real isn't how you were made,' Said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real.' 'Does it hurt?' Asked the Rabbit 'Sometimes said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are real you don't mind being hurt.'

The Velveteen Rabbit

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Halloween in 1934.

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Wonderfully imaginative work by Robert and Shana Parkeharrison. We think this excert from their artist statement sums it up best:

‘The use of color is intentional but abstract; proportion and space are compositional rather than natural; movement is blurred; objects and people juxtaposed as if by chance in a visual improvisation that unfolds choreographically.’

via Le Zèbre Bleu