Casie Lea Art Haus | The Wall

Midnight Telegrams

The night sky tried to send a message but got distracted halfway through, so now the stars are arguing about punctuation and the moon is pretending it meant to do that.

Bunny Convention at the Edge of the World

A secret society of rabbits holds its annual meeting at the last fence post before the map ends; nobody knows the agenda, but everyone brought snacks.

The Moon Forgot to Wear Shoes

The moon dipped its toes into the river to see if the water was cold, and the river got so flustered it forgot how to be still.

Late for a Very Important Date

A rabbit in a bow tie is already ten minutes late for tea and has stopped to ask a mushroom for directions; the mushroom is not helping.

Math Makes Me Smile

Equations and alphabet letters have teamed up to build a face, but they keep laughing because none of them can agree on where the nose goes.

The Council of Weirdos

Five unlikely friends have gathered to decide who gets to be the mascot; the debate has lasted three hours and someone has already eaten the meeting notes.

My Brain at 3 AM

Every thought in the room started talking at once and now nobody can find the exit; the quiet ones are hiding in the corners hoping nobody asks for their opinion.

The Infinity Knot Took a Nap

Infinity got tired of going around forever, curled up twice, and fell asleep on top of all the noise it had been avoiding.

The Dragon Is Still Deciding

A half-drawn dragon has not committed to being fierce yet; it is still workshopping the wings and hoping nobody asks it to breathe fire today.

Depends Which Way You Pray

The wings were halfway to heaven when somebody turned the world around. Now the hands are praying, and neither version will admit it arrived second.

The Eye in the Supply Closet

A single eye keeps watch over a box of tangled wires that swears it will sort itself out tomorrow; the eye has heard that before.

You Are Brains

A very polite monster brought balloons to the party because nobody told him what kind of party it was. He has decided to stay positive about the whole thing.

Don't Eat Me

A cheerful red box has learned that smiling at hungry people only makes things worse. It begs politely, points an arrow at itself for clarity, and hopes nobody notices the golden arches on its forehead. The toy inside left hours ago.

You Should Eat Me

One carrot has decided to become a motivational speaker. He has a dollar sign where his confidence should be, three exclamation points of pure sincerity, and a sales pitch that gets louder every time you look away. Somewhere in a garden, his leafy hair is still waving.