thoroughly modern mildred

In the midst of all my heavy pondering about the nature of the female artist, I made a bunny for Froggy. It gave me an odd feeling, like I should've been going downtown to Skid Row and finding some homeless drug addicts to paint instead. I stuck with the bunny, though. Maybe this weekend I'll write an essay about my deep, dark childhood and how I sometimes secretly wished that my mother would slip on a banana peel.

Meanwhile, here's Mildred the Dream Bunny.