A one-of-a-kind handmade Bunny Kitten puppet frame — sacred, blasphemous and entirely sincere, for those who have always suspected that the divine wears a stranger face than the paintings suggest.A real cat skull, crowned with the ears of a white albino rabbit — soft, enormous, the kind of ears that hear confession and do not judge. White and gold lace frames the skull like a reliquary collar worn by someone who has been canonised against their will. A golden Sacred Heart — Sacré-Cœur, crowned with thorns, burning — rests between two small white rabbit feet arranged in the posture of supplication, or surrender, or both. A small cross rests in the jaw. A white quartz moon hangs above like a halo that has slipped. A raven perches at the crown, as ravens always do at the crowns of things that matter. The whole figure is mounted against deep navy gathered velvet, ecclesiastical and absolute, in a hand-cast, hand-painted baroque frame.She suffered. She was patient. She is not patient anymore._______________________________Details: Real cat skull Real albino rabbit ears Real albino rabbit feet Golden Sacred Heart with thorns (Sacré-Cœur) White and gold lace Cross in the jaw White quartz moon Raven figurine at the crown Deep navy gathered velvet backing Hand-cast, hand-painted baroque frame Back finished with black velvet, lace and Morbid Oddities logo _______________________________Processing:Ready to display.One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown._______________________________ShippingCarefully packaged to ensure safe delivery.Original design — no copies permitted._______________________________Size26 cm × 17.5 cm_______________________________LOREIn the beginning was the skull.And the skull was with the rabbit.And the rabbit was God.She did not ask to be a saint —saints never do —but the thorns came anyway,the way thorns always come:wrapped around the heart,golden,burning,beautiful in the waythat only painful thingsare beautiful.The cross is in her mouthbecause she has said everythingthat needed sayingand what remainsdoes not require words.The raven knows.The moon knows.The lace was a giftfrom someone who understoodthat even martyrsdeserve something beautiful to wear.Blessed are the strange.For they shall inheritthe cabinet of curiosities.
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