I am out at dawn hoping to photograph the Wild Rabbits. I am in luck. In awe I watch as the secretive rabbit magician emerges from his burrow, shakes his ears in delight at the morning and begins the ancient ritual to celebrate the dawn. His wispy fur twinkles with stars. I have seen him before, I know he can shape shift. I've sometimes seen the magician as a human, shuffling along the streets dressed like a monk and giving out advice, spells and healing where needed. Painted in watercolours and ink, the rabbits are based on sketches of my own rabbits.