Some folks in Italy have made a giant pink bunny that they’ve gone and put on a mountainside.
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The 200-foot-long toy rabbit lies on the side of the 5,000 foot high Colletto Fava mountain in northern Italy’s Piedmont region.
Viennese art group Gelatin designed the giant soft toy and say it was "knitted by dozens of grannies out of pink wool".
And Gelatin members say the bunny is not just for walking around – they are expecting hikers to climb its 20 foot sides and relax on its belly.
Amazingly, the creators expect the bunny to stay on the mountain for 20 years. I don’t see how that’s possible, though, given the effects of weather and what the bunny is made out of. After the first few rainstorms, I think the bunny would start getting pretty ripe, and 20 years is an awful long time to be exposed to the elements.
Its Easter Bunny worshippers! Run!
[ Yes, I’m back after a long absence. You have been warned. 😉 ]
Quoting from the link in my first comment, from the 1st Blog of Akin:
“For all the Church says, the Easter Bunny could be the mortal enemy of mankind, ready to ascend from his sunken city of R’lyeh and destroy the human race and inaugurate a reign of murder and madness and mayhem. ”
Run away! Run away!!
After the first few rainstorms, I think the bunny would start getting pretty ripe, and 20 years is an awful long time to be exposed to the elements.
My thoughts exactly.
Don’t expect to find me relaxing on the bunny’s belly.
Quote: “Run away! Run away!!”
LOL! Maybe it’s time to pull out the holy hand grenade.
One… two… FIVE! 😉
Three, sir!
OK. I am looking very closely at my calendar to make sure I didn’t just misplace 6 1/2 months of my life. Is this April 1?
This “artist” must’ve been influenced by Christo, the “artist” who’s done “artistic” things on a grand scale, like wrap entire islands in cellophane, cover mountainsides with umbrellas, and, most recently, fill Central Park with 7,500 orange banners.
‘thann
Not for a tiny instant do I believe that it was knitted by little old grannies. Or even knitted at all for that matter!
Even if you defeat the pink bunny, you still must face the legendary Black Beast of aaauuugh.
All that obvious effort and for what purpose?
If there is any belly-resting to be done — it will have to be done very soon! It’s going to be a very dirty pink rabbit in a very short time.
“And so, his glory days as an advertising icon but a dim memory, the life of the Nestles Quick Bunny comes to a ignominious end.”
(Sorry–couldn’t resist a caption!)
Must have a lot of free time in those parts.
No way that thing is made out of wool. When you’re dyeing natural fibers you never get one dye-lot coming out the exact same shade as the next, and the color on the bunny is too uniform. Assuming this whole thing isn’t a Photoshop fake, I’d say it’s a synthetic cover (probably polyester) and some kind of Polyfill/Quallofill interior.
And why is its left ear more than twice the legnth of the right? It almost looks like a misplaced fifth leg.
I did some research on the “art group” Gelatin and found the following — it has a much better image taken from above (the ears are symmetrical after all). This is the press release about the bunny. The image is of the bunny under construction.
http://www.gelitin.net/mambo/content/view/31/71/
‘thann
In his mountain lair in northern Italy, the dead Easter Bunny lies dreaming…
Did he fall, or was he PUSHED??
The Italians have *way* too much time on their hands.
It’s a little known fact that G.K. Chesterton’s epic poem was saved from obscurity by some key editorial changes. Other than a few excerpts, “The Ballad of the Pink Bunny” never saw the light of day.
Before the gods that made the gods
Had sown their carrot patch,
The Pink Bunny of the Bunny Vale
Was knit upon the grass
Before the grannies and great grannies
Had drunk of tea their fill,
The Pink Bunny of the Bunny Vale
Was fluffy on the hill….
The doggone thing is going to fragment into pieces – there will be Bunny litter all over that mountain for a decade.
Um, that’s foreshortening. The right ear is pointed straight at the camera, hence appears much shorter than the right. Take it from a visual artist, the ears may easily be correctly proportioned to one another.
The work of Nebbie K. Nezzer! He wants everyone to bow down and sing the bunny song!
“The Bunny, The Bunny, Whoa, I love the Bunny…”
Hey! Isn’t that a Fwickassean Wabbit?
I believe that’s spelled “Fwickasseein'”
I don’t mind sayin’ it’s kinda . . . creepy.
“Hassenpfeffer! HASSENPFEFFER!!”
I’d hate to fall into the bunny’s gaping maw.
Looks. . . whimsical. I kinda like it.
Did anyone happen to read the “Press Information” from the site Ruthann posted? If the idea of a huge pink bunny on a mountainside is not plain weird, then consider the artist’s commentary–
Rabbit
The things one finds wandering in a landscape: familiar things and utterly unknown, like a flower one has never seen before, or, as Columbus discovered, an inexplicable continent;
and then, behind a hill, as if knitted by giant grandmothers, lies this vast rabbit, to make you feel as small as a daisy.
The toilet-paper-pink creature lies on its back: a rabbit-mountain like Gulliver in Lilliput. Happy you feel as you climb up along its ears, almost falling into its cavernous mouth, to the belly-summit and look out over the pink woolen landscape of the rabbitÃs body, a country dropped from the sky;
ears and limbs sneaking into the distance; from its side flowing heart, liver and
intestines.
Happily in love you step down the decaying corpse, through the wound, now small like a maggot, over woolen kidney and bowel.
Happy you leave like the larva that gets its wings from an innocent carcass at the roadside.
Such is the happiness which made this rabbit.
i love the rabbit the rabbit loves me.
Things that make you go hmmm…
as Columbus discovered, an inexplicable continent
Inexplicable? What a weird word choice.
Happily in love you step down the decaying corpse, through the wound, now small like a maggot, over woolen kidney and bowel.
Happy you leave like the larva that gets its wings from an innocent carcass at the roadside.
Such is the happiness which made this rabbit.
i love the rabbit the rabbit loves me.
Bleagh. I may be skipping lunch today.