Birth of the Peeps (not the kind you eat)

I once had a part-time job stocking cards for Hallmark. Some of the writing on the cards was such sickly-sweet, nausea-inducing drivel that I felt I could do better. I made lots of these little people, thinking that I would pose them and then take photos to go on the front of the cards. But by the time I finished making them, I had learned that the profit margin on the cards can be so small that it wasn’t worth my while. So the bendy people sat in my studio for a few years, and now I use them to act out whatever drama I can dream up.

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