These are used toys of my son, now ten years old. I bought most of them for him over a period of about three years; some were gifted. Recently, I found them in an attic of my house, dusty and faded. The first thing I noticed is the sheer diversity of objects – forms, colors, functions, and modes of use. The diversity they possess must have developed out of my unconscious effort to buy different toys every time. The simple act of buying toys involved an unintentional effort to diversify the very act of finding one.
Toys point to the sentiments and infatuations of childhood. They objectify longings. They exist as inorganic reminders of childhood innocence, jubilation, and gratification.
