i've had my stuffed animal, wendy the rabbit, since i was a kid. yep, that's right. i'm a 35 1/2 y.o. woman and i still have my stuffed bunny. i'm not afraid to announce it. nope. in fact, i would be really sad if i lost her. there is something about beat up, old, stuffed animals that carry twinkles of love and nostalgia. there is a lot of comfort wrapped up in all that mangy fur. if they could speak they would say so much. so i was really enamored w/ the bear photographs by kent rogowski. the project info really says it all:
"together these images form a topology of strange yet oddly familiar creatures. they are at once hideous yet cuddly, disturbing yet endearing, absurd yet adorable, while offering a metaphor for us all to consider. these bears, which have lived and loved and lost as much as their owners, have suffered and endured through it all. it is by virtue of revealing their inner core might we better understand our own."