This is an ongoing series comprised of still lives of my favorite plushies. I am emotionally attached to my stuffed animals, and have taken to memorializing my squishy friends. My plush subjects are gifts from friends, but to many these plushies are effectively cheap trash. I am fascinated with my stuffed animals because they are mass produced manifestations of cuteness, modern objects of consumer worship and desire, made of synthetic fibers that poison the earth and smile while doing so.