In this piece, a skeletal Grim Reaper reaches for an eager, wide-eyed rabbit. It’s an absurd but familiar scene: death inviting joy into its arms. And yet, isn’t this the exact tension I feel when deciding whether to keep painting or walk away?
Rabbits, for me, symbolize play, joy, and fertility—not just in the literal sense, but in the realm of ideas. They represent momentum, spontaneity, the creative spark that makes making art fun in the first place. The Grim Reaper? He’s the force of overthinking, perfectionism, the temptation to keep refining until the life of the piece is drained away.
It’s an eerie realization that my artistic process mirrors the very scene I painted.
I’ve been noodling this painting, tweaking details, questioning every highlight, every shadow, debating whether to push it further or let it breathe. It’s that fine line between playing and overworking—a line every artist knows too well.
Maybe that’s why the rabbit looks at me like that. It knows I’m debating its fate.
