WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?
In all seriousness, I really have no idea.
Around 2005 or 2006, I started making these things, and I kept on doing it for another three years or so until other life obligations (stupid doctoral degree!) took over. Also, I went through a phase where I didn't think of these things as "real" art. Yeah, my head was way up my ass for awhile. (Yes, even further than it is now! ... I'm gradually improving. Learning not to take oneself seriously is a lifelong process. Stuffed animals help. They're a form of "Stop giving a shit" therapy, really.)
I've recently come to accept that other people actually ... Kinda ... Like these guys. That's the crazy thing about art: one never knows what pieces are going to resonate with others.
So, here we have it. Ugly Teddies. Like 'em or not, I don't really care. I'm kind of ambivalent, myself. (They are a fuck of a lot of fun to make, though.)
The Teddies have been broken up into categories in order to make things tidy. Also, I like making categories. Like taxonomy.
Around 2005 or 2006, I started making these things, and I kept on doing it for another three years or so until other life obligations (stupid doctoral degree!) took over. Also, I went through a phase where I didn't think of these things as "real" art. Yeah, my head was way up my ass for awhile. (Yes, even further than it is now! ... I'm gradually improving. Learning not to take oneself seriously is a lifelong process. Stuffed animals help. They're a form of "Stop giving a shit" therapy, really.)
I've recently come to accept that other people actually ... Kinda ... Like these guys. That's the crazy thing about art: one never knows what pieces are going to resonate with others.
So, here we have it. Ugly Teddies. Like 'em or not, I don't really care. I'm kind of ambivalent, myself. (They are a fuck of a lot of fun to make, though.)
The Teddies have been broken up into categories in order to make things tidy. Also, I like making categories. Like taxonomy.