In various stages of decay, their innards on display, the teddy bears congregate to contemplate their essence. They sit in a circle around the swarf. It?s the stuff that defines them. It fills them and gives them shape; it?s what?s inside them.
These abandoned toys are no longer the cuddly talismans of childhood. Generic cuteness has been replaced by individual character as they have been molded and shaped by life?s slings and arrows. No longer new, some are damaged and unravelling, they are missing eyes and limbs, their stuffing is falling out.
The bears surround an object that is an external representation of their very being. What is on the outside, and what is on the inside, is the same stuff. You just can?t see it until the armour is pierced and the cracks appear.