#gelitin

[bizarreauhavre]

Gelitin, (democratic sculpture 7).

[peterdoroshenko]

[mentaltimetraveller]

Gelitin

View of the exhibition "Gelatin: Vorm-Fellows-Attitude" at museum Bojimans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam (Netherlands), 2018

[kaitropoli]

"Hase"

By gelitin (group of artists)

Sculpture, 2005

Colletto Fava.

Hi, everyone!! Long time, huh. Anyway, I was researching Silent Hill (LOVE THAT GAME down), and stumbled upon this... this shit scared me. I was mad confused, but fell into a heh *rabbit*hole heh heh of sorts belonging to this and other many Italian sites. This structure, made of steel and wool by a Viennese group of artists named gelitin (hey, don't come for me--it's stylized as that, motherfucker. I'm not getting lazy.), terrified me so BADDDD. There's just something about it... something I can't put my finger on... LITERALLY!

Not only am I not in Italy (hi, to my relatives there), but this statue, placed in Artesina, on Colletto Fava, ceases to exist (almost). The project was made to last twenty years, but the most action it got (not the early 2020s attention) was in (I said not the early 2020s, dude. Stop thinking about it) 2016. Ah, yes, the good old days, all those nine years ago (blehhdhhghhhh), that beautiful big pink bunny (robbie, or rather BBW/BPB-BPR?) (okay, shut up, Kaiti, nobody gives five shits about what the parentheses say) (or do they ;)) (no.). (okay,..,.)...

Okay, shut up. THE BIG BEAUTIFUL BUNNY has decomposed. Almost completely by 2016, of course, but does that mean that the bunny isn't here anymore? It's gotta be here in spirit, though? Right?

Um, yeah. That's how you know it was some good kush.

RIP Big Beautiful Rabbit. You will sorely be missed. Play some Cardi B. There needs to be more strippers on the casket. Pour out some Don Julio for this G. We lost a real one. Fire the cannons. POW POW POW. Okay, now let the music play. ringdingdongringadingdingdong.

Gosh, now I want to listen to Dr. Dre.

RIP Bunny. Hase. Mi Amor.

[artnee]

key's famous predebut social media selfie (around 2006?)

"tantamounter", by art collective Gelitin (2005)

[nototherwisespecified]

did y'all know about hase*, the giant pink bunny that the italian art collective gelitin made & installed on a hillside in the alps?

it measured 200 feet long & 20 feet high, took five years to make out of wool & hay, & was placed in 2005. over time it became sunbleached, the fabric increasingly thin and ragged; by 2016, it was almost completely worn away. its page on atlas obscura lists the work as "permanently closed"

more from elephant.art: while it stood (or lay), some visitors used the bunny's body as a ski jump

:)

*this linked page is distinct from a lot of the collective's other projects, which are adventurous in a way probably considered not safe for work, or for the people reading over your shoulder on public transit

[sarah-lyse]

Gelitin, "HASE" Artesina (Italy), 2005

On a hilltop in the romantic mountainous Piedmonte region of northern Italy, on Colletto Fava, just above the village of Artesina lies a sculpture, which is of such a daunting scale and childish nature, that it seems it can only have been conceived by a twisted mind. Ears nibbled off, stuffing exploding from a body covered with mangy fur, eyes missing - here are all the destructive signs a stuffed animal suffers under the affection and physical abuse of its infant owner. Love can be destructive.

Rabbit (2005), a gigantic pink cuddly toy made primarily of straw and wool, is the work of the artist group, Gelitin. It's so big that one begins to get an idea of how small and insignificant a Liliputian must have felt next to Gulliver. According to the legend, dozens of grannies knitted one ton of wool into the rabbit's skin, contributing to a work, which is to remain on site for 20 years - and left to rot. Its decay was programmed into the rabbit from its conception - it was essentially born a corpse:

With mouth wide open as if in horror, one eye plucked out, and intestines pouring out of its body, it seems to have died a cruel death, like an animal flattened on a road run over by a car. In spite of this, it receives unconditional affection - or maybe just because of this: love also heals all wounds. Like a place of pil-grimage, the rabbit attracts hoards of tourists from all over the world. Some visit the rabbit, much like the three Holy Kings who travelled to welcome Christ - to worship and observe it for hours on end. -Text by Monte Packham

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from my rotting body flowers will grow, and i am in them.

in a week, hozier & karen cowley // hare installation, gelitin // house of leaves, mark z. danielewski // petal deer, ellen jewett // sir ribbeck von ribbeck on havelland, theodor fontane // edvard munch [id under the cut]

id:

in a week, hozier & karen cowley: And they'd find us in a week When the cattle'd show fear After the insects have made their claim After the foxes have known our taste I'd be home with you, I'd be home with you

three photos of the 55m tall knit bunny installation on the hill colletto fava by the group Gelitin. They overlap each other. The biggest picture shows an aerial photo of the pink bunny in its original state. The picture beneath shows an eye level perspective of the rabbit decomposing, the skin turned white. The third picture on the right side shows the hill from above where only a few specks of white can be seen left.

house of leaves, mark z. danielewski: You Shall Be My Roots. You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst and I will feed you fruit, though time takes my seed. And when I'm lost and can tell nothing of this earth you will give me hope. And my voice you will always hear. And my hand you will always have. For I will shelter you. And I will comfort you. And even when we are nothing left, not even in death, I will remember you.

petal deer, a sculpture by ellen jewett. a delicate deer with antlers that branch out into flowers and leaves.

sir ribbeck von ribbeck in havelland, theodor fontane: Young Ribbeck - alas! is a miser hard; Over park and pear-tree he keeps stern guard. But the old, who this doubtless could foretell, Distrusting his son - he knew right well What we has about when he bade them lay A pear in his grave, on his dying day: Out of his silent haunt in the third year A little pear-tree shoot did soon appear.