My teddy bear had a slightly different muzzle, but like this one, his stuffing got flattened and soft. His skin developed odd creases. A prophesy of aging in all of us.
I knew I was loved when I left Teddy in a motel while on vacation and my parents drove back a full hour to retrieve him for me. I admit, hysterical crying was a factor.
Process: watersoluble ink and watercolor on 90# paper.
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I wish I still had my childhood stuffed dog. His name was Lucky. I do have a photo of him and me having a tea party though. I like this alot!
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