A Bras Quatre Bras! ABRACADABRA!
Greetings visitors to my website.
If you’ve ended up on my page it’s because we might have crossed paths and exchanged a few words.
My latest project has been the creation of sweatshirts with one of my proudest designs, the poo rabbit.
It says We need to poo on the front with In the beginning. It’s poo rabbit but it could easily be mistaken for bear poo. Contrary to popular belief, bears don’t shit in the woods, they hibernate for months on end during which time they filter their poo back into themselves. Bare necessities indeed.
Believe it or not, a lot of super hero stories center heroes who are made of poo. Poo means power in psy-fi stories. And in some cases, it can even mean God. Ood. God. Ood. The word is an ambigram, meaning the letters closely resemble each other. God also spells dog if you read it backwards.
Why poo is so fascinating to particle physicists and radio astronomers remains a mystery, one can make the sort of guesses you might do while playing a board game where a silly implausible crazy answer might prove itself to be the correct one.
This is my fun artist take on a creative journey which has lead me to think very deeply about our present time and reality.
To procure yourself a sweatshirt, wait no further press BUnnY NOWhere.
If you’d like to read more about the creative thought process that went into dreaming up this design you can read this interview which I conducted with myself with a view to illuminating some key points.
I do not have celebrities or high status individuals to promote and endorse my product. There are no glossy magazines or radio promotions. For this reason, the way the poo rabbit materialises in random places will itself also be an artist excercise taking a life of its own. It will be truly organic in the way it spreads its wings yonder. These are one of a kind and the epicenter of its creation is Cambridge, UK by an artist operating under the banner of Cambridge Art Seen.
What’s inspired you to make the poo rabbit sweatshirt design?
When I first sent a photo of my design to my mother, her initial reaction was to remark “what’s that… yellow bag?”
It’s a poo, mum. Have you read it?
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, who would wear an item of clothing with a poo on it. I thought you’d do something with lovely artwork, something pretty to look at.
I worked in a surgery years ago and the receptionist got terribly uppety and offended when someone had mentioned the word poo. I mean, I’m used to pee and poo, as a doctor it really doesn’t bother me, I had to work with it everyday as a normal part of life. Don’t you realise it’s considered a swearword for some people?”
Mum, what about Winnie the Pooh?
“That’s spelt P.O.O.H, it has an H in it”.
But mum, read out loud Winnie the Pooh and We need a poo. It sounds exactly the same phonetically.
“I suppose it might”.
Might?
I got my mother to think and pay attention.
In a way my design does just that. It makes people think and delve in the process of noticing things which previously had gone unnoticed.
When I showed my design to another friend, he too had a personal anecdote to retell.
He told me about the time his little brother had to go and see the doctor after having been unwell with a stomach bug. ‘Have you done a big one?’ the doctor enquired tactfully.
Perplexed, the child looked up anxiously with a blank expression on his face. Eventually the doctor realised he had to go straight to the point and do away with tip toeing around the touchy subject. Have you done a crap today?
The look of embarrassment was palpable. At which point his mother turned to him to translate the meaning of what had been asked and to offer some reassurance that it was okay to talk about such unsightly private matters. Have you done a poo, Blake?
A word he understood empathically.
These two stories encapsulate why I think my sweatshirt is onto a winner or dare I say it, excuse the pun – onto a winnie.
I am bilingual and Bonne Merde in french means good luck. That is why the rabbit’s ears are crossed like fingers.
The design came into being as I was researching science, religion and AI technology.
We all need to poo to survive. Our digestive system is full of rocket science that would make Elon Musk blush.
You don’t need a doctorate’s thesis in particle physics to know that with the production of a feaces, somehow miraculously, lifeless matter turns into life energy and dark matter. If our brain were a lightbulb through which current glows, Poo is the battery and source of energy.
The rabbit poo wears holographic glasses. His collar or teeth, depending on our interpretation, are sharp. He was born out of my mind during covid so its natural that he had to have a bit of bat in him. Bats are blind and communicate with sonar and eccho location. They communicate with wave frequencies beyond the range of human hearing.
These are my inspirations but of course, as with anything artistic, the act of interpretation will solely rest with the viewer or the wearer. It will be left up to their imagination.
My designs come in 5 different sizes and are unisex.
The fabric hangs quite low, so wearers will not have to worry about showing a bum crack when they bend over to pick up something or when they cycle – my main mode of transport. Their modesty will be kept intact.
The reason it is on a white sweatshirt is because it is like a canvas and it is clean.
“But isn’t it going to get all dirty?” my mother protested. Well that depends on the wearer’s hygiene and undertaking, besides, its part and parcel of life that we get covered with impurities.
We should not be put off from wearing a white garment for fear of leaving a mark on it. It’s another way of saying be brave, be bold, give yourself to the stain of experience.
This is a fun and playful project for me. It’ll be interesting to see my design turn up in unusual and unexpected places. Think Where’s poo rabbit instead of Where’s Wally.
Most people acquiring this sweatshirt will have met me personally along my travels. I will be wearing it out and proud in key and strategic locations. It’s got a personal touch to it. Cambridge is my home town, it’s where I went to school. A.A Milne the author was a student here. He was a signals officer who worked with radio frequencies. There is a local theme and connection.
It has a scientific and cerebral nerdy aspect to it in a town renowned for its advances in Quantum computing. Who knows what other poo stories will surface as a result of it.
It may also encourage people to talk about dyslexia. Growing up, I was referred to as Miss Malapropism. I only had my condition formally recognised while at St Andrews University studying Psychology, leaving with a degree in Organisation Studies.
I process visual information very quickly and regularly get words mixed up. Information pops out at me with limited or missing letters. When cars go past, I regularly read rude words from just a few letters on number plates. I am artistic but I also have a lot in common with people who are autistic in that I struggle to lie and I am captivated by the truth and like to know the how, the why, the what and the when of things. Autistic and artistic sound the same if you have a southern american accent.
Being dyslexic has been both a curse and a blessing. It means that I can read words backwards, upside down or any which way more easily but it also means that I have to double check, sometimes treble check that what I’ve written down is correct.
If you’d like to share any funny stories about reactions you’ve had from being SEEN wearing the poo rabbit, feel free to get in touch and share your story.
Thank you to those who’ve embraced the quirkiness of my design and who are supporting my ongoing development as an artist and stinker. Doh! I meant to write thinker.
