‘Beaker’ is the name I have for it. It has been with me ever since I left for art school many years ago. I could always count on Beaker for a good luck charm, laughs and good ol’ friendly advice. I found him in an abandoned nest in my front yard in the summer of 1992.
And Beaker is still with me after all these years.
Kris Kuksi, artist, 38, Kansas, USA
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