I knew Ray Johnson was widely considered to be a great artist for his postcards and collages in the 60's, but until I saw How To Draw A Bunny I didn't know the mysterious and tragic circumstances of his death in 1995.
I had a job that took me out to Locust Valley once a week and I was able to figure out where Johnson's house was, as described in the film. It was only a short walk from where I was working, so one day I took a few photos of the house and the nearest post office as a sort of secret pilgrimage and tribute. I like imagining the reclusive pop artist routinely sending and receiving all this crazy stuff though this suburban small town post office and stockpiling this extraordinary archive inside his quiet little house on his quiet little street.
