Let’s just take a moment with SadBUNNI3S. First, lets take a look at the title - they are not happy - maybe they aren’t fully sad, but what they are is a representation of our innermost emotions that we try to hide from the world. Imagine ‘Sadness’ or ‘Hurt’…let’s take ‘anger. Take anyone of these deepest feelings and give it a BUNNI3. Do you have it? Do you have a situation that you can barely speak to yourself about? That you want to keep so far from the surface burrowed and hidden from the light. These emotions, feelings, characters, situations or anything that may have happened in one’s life that can be represented by said BUNNI3S. When we face them, talk about them, bring the BUNNI3S up to the sun and release them, then and only then can we release the energy that keeps them trapped.

These are mine. You have now met my most innermost BUNNI3S. When I’m upset I create, draw, paint or do anything that is hopefully constructive and not destructive. This year, rather the past two years, beginning with Covid and culminating in my father’s death, has brought about a flurry of BUNNI3S…BUNNI3S I never knew resided within me. What I have found is a beautiful creative outlet that meticulously puts my deepest secrets on to the paper, on to the canvas, and into the digital realm and turns pain into magic.

Let us Take ‘After’ a piece that was selected for the OM 6529 Museum District near the Unofficial Mfers Building. On August 26, 2022 a dear friend & I readied ourselves to release Galleryhaus, an interactive gallery experience to the world. That night as we prepared and wrote the main gallery thread…I clicked on a suspicious link that drained my art account of the Oncyber Art Galleries needed to proceed with Galleryhaus V1. My OnCyber 3D Art Gallery called ‘Altitude’ that was set up & ready to go was just taken from my wallet along w two JCodes, my main ENS name, 3 others ENS names, and ‘TallWalls’ another beautifully curated Oncyber Art Gallery. While it could have been so much worse it was heartbreaking.

The endeavor was put to a full-fledge halt. We were artists with no gallery…we had tons of art with no home. I think what surprised me the most was the physical response I had. My heart would race, my hands would shake and tears would well up for the first few days after the hack. I know I’m safe in my home, but I didn’t feel safe anywhere online and I truly contemplated leaving the space. There was a good week where I dropped out, just pulled away from all things crypto / NFT and withdrew into myself. A break was necessary. We went from 0 to 100 to a crashing halt that killed all artistic momentum. ‘After.’ was created in this exterior silence when all wallets were unplugged. With all computers erased. The silence became deafening and in order to release the pulsating noise that droned from my fingers into my neck all I could do was create and hope what I put to the page was dark enough to bring in a tiny hope of light. Remember, my BUNNI3S were getting dark to begin with. I was already struggling.

I know a few people reached out and to them, I will forever be grateful. To those people that sent replacement Art and eth to put towards new galleries - you know who you are…you will always have a loyal friend in me. I just want you to know that it was much harder to keep going. And that was this. I can still easily cry over the feeling of helplessness, pure embarrassment and fear that it brings me back to. But if quit I let them win and they’ve already taken so much from so many people. So we keep going. Take your pick on the emotion that BUNNI3 represents. Maybe it covers them all - maybe it’s more about letting people cheer you on, but ultimately being responsible for oneself. I don’t know exactly. But I know the shitty feeling I felt and I know I’d prefer to not feel that helpless or alone or just plain stupid again.

It really didn’t matter if I had the name of the ‘BUNNI3’ because I had the colors. I had the twists and turns of lines and the texture. The way my mind interprets good mood vs bad mood or positive vs negative is a funny thing because it’s not by beauty. I think the piece ‘After.’ is incredibly dark, but also incredibly beautiful. Some of the darkest feelings to me have always been some of the most intimate paintings. I use darker themed art to transfer the energy from within me…its an entire process or cleansing of my mind’s palette. For as long as I can remember, this is how my mind has worked through some of my innermost BUNNI3S no matter the name of the project.

I have read and been told not to mint too much, but I cannot tell you when the BUNNI3S come. My emotional journey is not something that I can control and the BUNNI3S speak for themselves. They tell their own story, their own journey and they pertain to many people as well. So many will find their own BUNNI3 within my BUNNI3S and they may just find their home. For now, they reside where they are and you can peek into the darkest parts of me. Maybe recognize when I sat with tears in my eyes as there are not many happy BUNNI3S. My art changes when I’m lighthearted and happy - I’m sure when you follow closely enough to my art you’ll notice.

Let’s just take a moment with SadBUNNI3S. First, lets take a look at the title - they are not happy - maybe they aren’t fully sad, but what they are is a representation of our innermost emotions that we try to hide from the world. Imagine ‘Sadness’ or ‘Hurt’…let’s take ‘anger. Take anyone of these deepest feelings and give it a BUNNI3. Do you have it? Do you have a situation that you can barely speak to yourself about? That you want to keep so far from the surface burrowed and hidden from the light. These emotions, feelings, characters, situations or anything that may have happened in one’s life that can be represented by said BUNNI3S. When we face them, talk about them, bring the BUNNI3S up to the sun and release them, then and only then can we release the energy that keeps them trapped.

These are mine. You have now met my most innermost BUNNI3S. When I’m upset I create, draw, paint or do anything that is hopefully constructive and not destructive. This year, rather the past two years, beginning with Covid and culminating in my father’s death, has brought about a flurry of BUNNI3S…BUNNI3S I never knew resided within me. What I have found is a beautiful creative outlet that meticulously puts my deepest secrets on to the paper, on to the canvas, and into the digital realm and turns pain into magic.

Let us Take ‘After’ a piece that was selected for the OM 6529 Museum District near the Unofficial Mfers Building. On August 26, 2022 a dear friend & I readied ourselves to release Galleryhaus, an interactive gallery experience to the world. That night as we prepared and wrote the main gallery thread…I clicked on a suspicious link that drained my art account of the Oncyber Art Galleries needed to proceed with Galleryhaus V1. My OnCyber 3D Art Gallery called ‘Altitude’ that was set up & ready to go was just taken from my wallet along w two JCodes, my main ENS name, 3 others ENS names, and ‘TallWalls’ another beautifully curated Oncyber Art Gallery. While it could have been so much worse it was heartbreaking.

The endeavor was put to a full-fledge halt. We were artists with no gallery…we had tons of art with no home. I think what surprised me the most was the physical response I had. My heart would race, my hands would shake and tears would well up for the first few days after the hack. I know I’m safe in my home, but I didn’t feel safe anywhere online and I truly contemplated leaving the space. There was a good week where I dropped out, just pulled away from all things crypto / NFT and withdrew into myself. A break was necessary. We went from 0 to 100 to a crashing halt that killed all artistic momentum. ‘After.’ was created in this exterior silence when all wallets were unplugged. With all computers erased. The silence became deafening and in order to release the pulsating noise that droned from my fingers into my neck all I could do was create and hope what I put to the page was dark enough to bring in a tiny hope of light. Remember, my BUNNI3S were getting dark to begin with. I was already struggling.

I know a few people reached out and to them, I will forever be grateful. To those people that sent replacement Art and eth to put towards new galleries - you know who you are…you will always have a loyal friend in me. I just want you to know that it was much harder to keep going. And that was this. I can still easily cry over the feeling of helplessness, pure embarrassment and fear that it brings me back to. But if quit I let them win and they’ve already taken so much from so many people. So we keep going. Take your pick on the emotion that BUNNI3 represents. Maybe it covers them all - maybe it’s more about letting people cheer you on, but ultimately being responsible for oneself. I don’t know exactly. But I know the shitty feeling I felt and I know I’d prefer to not feel that helpless or alone or just plain stupid again.

It really didn’t matter if I had the name of the ‘BUNNI3’ because I had the colors. I had the twists and turns of lines and the texture. The way my mind interprets good mood vs bad mood or positive vs negative is a funny thing because it’s not by beauty. I think the piece ‘After.’ is incredibly dark, but also incredibly beautiful. Some of the darkest feelings to me have always been some of the most intimate paintings. I use darker themed art to transfer the energy from within me…its an entire process or cleansing of my mind’s palette. For as long as I can remember, this is how my mind has worked through some of my innermost BUNNI3S no matter the name of the project.

I have read and been told not to mint too much, but I cannot tell you when the BUNNI3S come. My emotional journey is not something that I can control and the BUNNI3S speak for themselves. They tell their own story, their own journey and they pertain to many people as well. So many will find their own BUNNI3 within my BUNNI3S and they may just find their home. For now, they reside where they are and you can peek into the darkest parts of me. Maybe recognize when I sat with tears in my eyes as there are not many happy BUNNI3S. My art changes when I’m lighthearted and happy - I’m sure when you follow closely enough to my art you’ll notice.