In our materialistically-driven pursuit to secure a future for our children, we assign to the backs of our minds the very things that defined our own childhood. It’s all too easy to forget that we once tripped through the life fantastic, a small adult version of maturity yet to be shaped by the experiences that come to define our lives.
Because if you really think about it, each of us is nothing more than a slightly larger, marginally more experienced version of our pre-pubescent and adolescent selves and it’s a valuable addition to our adult makeup to remember these childish things. Right now, in the midst of our protecting our own from the horrors of the world before all-too-soon they must deal with these realities on their own, we watch in wonder while they allow themselves be fuelled and fulfilled by their imaginations.
The props that aid the fuelling of those wonderings are toys.
Toys are not to be taken for granted. I know I never took mine for granted, but then, I didn’t have very many so each one was very treasured. They are powerful tools that can be animated by the mere belief that they are real. Today’s throw-away attitude, filtering down to our children, is defined by a world where today’s newspaper is tomorrow’s fish wrapper, and where last month’s favourite toy becomes assigned to the scrap heap in the attic and shiny new versions take their place.
And so enter Brett Uren to save our toys from the cruel fate of assignment to the abandoned pile. Brett is the man with a plan to welcome you to a world where your childhood takes on a life of its own, and a twisted one at that. I’ve not known Brett (Toymaster and Creator of unique and oft-consuming world of Torsobear) for very long in the grand scheme of things. But what I do know of him is very much reflected by those elements and aspects of life into which he choses to pour his creativity.
Whether we realise it or not, we continuously make connections from our past to our present and vice-versa, shaping our path ahead. Brett brings a physicality to those connections through the world of Torsobear, enabling those connections by transferring them from the mind into a medium that can be shared. In turn, the writer is trying to make a connection with you, if you are open enough in your mind to grant them that permission.
Once Upon a Time, we connected with our toys, gave them permission to transport us to other worlds populated by oddly-formed bipeds, strange animals, supernatural beings and aliens from other worlds. In Torsobear, Brett Uren attempts to bridge the chasms that we create and use as adults to disconnect us from childish things and help us remember what it once was to see the world through a child’s eyes, a child now trying to survive a world twisted by the struggles of its adult incarnation.
I think he succeeds.
Brett currently finds himself the unwitting slave of a fickle mistress that can either elevate his creation by bestowing upon him the necessary riches to bring it to fruition, or drag him down to the dark murky depths of obscurity, where he will drown in his musings on toys, the Universe and everything. None of us want to bear witness to the latter, he deserves better than that. So stitch your buttons to his waggon wheel and let the good times roll for those forgotten toys that deserve their place in our once innocent hearts and back his Kickstarter here.