Filed under: Coffee Break | Tags: America, Art, book, exhibition, inside out, Kent Rogowski, stuffed, teddy bears, Wild animals
‘Wild animals’ by Kent Rogowski. Wow. This speaks to me. Lets see. Maybe it’s the phycological impact of the physical ripping open and gutting out of the traditional icon of childhood that gives a simple thing such poignancy. Um. Maybe it’s the role reversal of a centre of comfort becoming a thing that radiates tragedy and demands empathy. Erm. Maybe it’s the reminder of the fragility of our sense of self, the gradual fraying of the border that separates the sanctity of our inner stuffing from outward exposure; too soon used up, torn apart, yet unprepared for the inevitability of the Oxfam sack that must surely follow. Are we not all broken teddy bears at heart? Or maybe I’m a pretentious ass and its retarded to attribute anymore than surface meaning to a bunch of soft toys turned inside out. Whatever. I like ’em. They’re good.
