My entire life, I have lived surrounded by plush and plastic toys. Growing up, I discovered that my old friends gather dust on the shelves, watching me with glassy eyes—sometimes with reproach, sometimes with question. In this zine, I draw them in various settings: in an apartment, on the street, wherever they «venture out» with me. It is an attempt to view the world through their eyes—and, at the same time, to figure out who left whom behind.
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