A collaborative character design and narrative illustration project.
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The aim of the game is to use your imagination to create a character and an encounter you never had.
To create your character follow these simple criteria:
1. Give your character a name
2. Briefly describe the place you met your imaginary character
3. In a few sentences include what you said to your character,what they said to you, or what occurred.
The idea isn't to tell a whole story, but to create a mysterious encounter. Using character design as a starting point for a narrative, and creating a collection of imaginary characters!
The title 'Imaginary Rabbits' is inspired by the famous imaginary characters of Harvey the rabbit from the film Harvey, and Frank from Donnie Darko. Also 'Rabbiting' means talking, so in effect these are imaginary rabbits!
Copyright/reproduction rights of work remain property of artists. Please do not use without permission. Thanks!
Jonny was the best cat burglar in the world. This was due to the fact that he also had the longest arms in the world.
Whilst I was out and about in the city of Squiggle, he stole my phone from my pocket in the blink of an eye.
I didn’t even notice.
ARTIST: Michelle Last
WEBSITE: www.michellelast.com
“I remember, on several occasions, meeting with William Smythe; A distinctly odorous fellow. Smythe was briefly a patron of one of my old haunts, ‘The Slaughtered Lamp’ (of course the owner, one David Kessler, overtly protested that this was not a misprint - I digress). Smythe would waltz into the Lamp in a yellow dress, and blearily recite that godawful line from the Bel-Air soundtrack - supplanting ‘Lionel Blair’ in place of ‘Bel-air’ which received fewer and fewer laughs with every rendition. All I ever heard from the man was that desperate lyrical plonk and all I ever said to him was “I think you mean Bel-Air”, to which he simply squinted and contorted his lips as if sucking a rotten lemon slice and then he suddenly quick turned and bolted like a racecourse hare for the mixed gender lavatory that The Lamp was famous for. After about half of an hour, he had not returned, and so I hesitantly investigated, only to find the window in the lav was ajar, and a small pellet had been left on the top of the porcelain toilet seat. I did not investigate further.”
Artist: Herr Sandwich
Website: http://hairygoitre.blogspot.com/
I was floating in colored particles, then, i saw Elo meditating in search of the missing color.
He talked by multicolored sounds but was silent.
ARTIST: Evandro Dias
I encountered Raymond on a rainy hill in the middle of the city.
I was feeling rather downcast and grumpy on account of it being rainy AND Monday.
As we passed each other I kept my head down, absorbed in my own grumpiness.
But Raymond smiled and bellowed a cheery ‘Good Afternoon Miss!’ and skipped off into the rain with such a bounce in his step that I felt both ashamed of my bad mood, and curious to why he could possibly be so very cheerful on such a rainy Monday afternoon.
ARTIST: Natalie Hughes
WEBSITE : http://www.nataliehughes.co.uk
I always go to the Garden Centre on a Sunday afternoon, right at the end of the day, when all is quiet and and you can practically hear the plants breathing the sweet air.
Last month, there I met a mysteriously beguiling woman. I was in a forest of hothouse flowers, deep in the heart of the building, when I saw her looking over at me. Like the ghost of Christmas past in female, springtime form, she was: both ugly and wonderful-looking.
She gave an exquisitely secretive smile and beckoned me to her with an oddly hued hand. Automatically, I walked over to her and she lifted her skirts to show me the burgeoning bunches of flowers she kept part-hidden underneath her skirts, around her knees, presumably…I touched the flowers gingerly, chose a modest gathering and nodded to her.
She smiled again and glided away, I believe toward a stockroom. I turned around to see if anyone else had seen this, but I was all on my own.
The flowers I chose are on my kitchen table, still alive.
ARTIST: Rosie Faragher
With an inviting smile and a small bow, the strange fellow offered his umbrella. Even though it was raining quite heavily, I was reluctant to take it at first. It was night, very late and he was dressed in very weird clothing. Plus his umbrella… resembled a giant leaf. “Erm, thank you but…” I began. “…But? But I suppose there’s no point in you taking it now. You’re already soaked to the bone.” He laughed and began to walk away. In the poor light, I hadn’t noticed what was behind him - but as he turned a set of giant wings sparkled in the rain. I was stunned and couldn’t move, watching him walk into the night. As I came to my senses I tried to run after him, but it was too late - he was gone.
ARTIST: Kim Roberts
BLOG: seriousduck.tumblr.com
Mystery Miss Teri
As I approached the castle gates I could see Miss Teri standing in the distance, what was that expression she wore - sadness, confusion? Why did she want to see me after all this time, I thought we would never meet again. I knew I had to go, had to see her, after all we shared a secret that tied us both together, forever.
ARTIST: Yvonne Stewart
BLOG: Coramantic.blogspot.com
Cassandra
On hot nights when you’re in bed and you poke your feet out from under the covers to cool down, that’s when Cassandra comes. It was a stuffy June night and I’d done just that, kicked my feet out of the duvet still half asleep. The sound of a floorboard creaking woke me up to find Cassandra staring at me with sad eyes from the doorway, a bundle of feet in her arms. She began to hobble away out the door, “WAIT!!” I shouted. I tried to get out of the bed to follow after her but I fell to the floor, she had stolen my feet.
ARTIST: Scarlett Rebecca
WEBSITE: www.scarlettrebecca.co.uk
BLOG: blog.scarlettrebecca.co.uk
“Mingo Mango just fell on me one day. She didn’t even apologise even though her striped panties had just been on my head, just got straight up and started twiddling the ends of her hair. She was impeccably dressed even after having fallen from the sky and I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. But then she opened her mouth and I realised that at least she was only gifted in one area.”
ARTIST: Claire Kearns
WEBSITE: http://www.curlyc.co.uk
I woke to find the ant perched on my nose. When I asked what he was doing there, he turned to the moonlight and quietly mused:
“I’m just so terrified of everything that’s about to happen”.“We’re all terrified.” I replied, “What makes you so important?”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be here.” He solemnly nodded and crawled up my nostril into my brain. I don’t know if he’s dead or just sleeping, but he won’t come out no matter how often I sneeze.
WEBSITE: http://www.ben-mitchell.co.uk
