We are the music-makers, often of horrible music, and we are often the dreamers of nightmares too, but so be it. Stand tall on the Island, you are not alone. Think toys missing limbs, stuffed animals with pirate eye patches, wind-up robots that only walk backwards, and Barbie heads with marker tattoos — all having one magnificent burn together. This is where you duct tape your soul back together with flair and panache. So you have a Hulk arm with a Furbie head. So what. Join us and show us.

But the magic of the Island of Broken Toys isn’t just about celebrating our personal weirdness — it’s about what happens when we all pile our busted selves into this community blender called Love Burn. You add yourself, participate, volunteer, become. Burns have always been about community foremost, vast yearly celebrations of relationships, new skills and creativity. As we age, we grow old together, and more and more the discussions are about bad backs, twisted knees, blood tests, and MRI scans.

We become the result of all the scars and brokenness of our experiences, and gathering together helps us to lick the wounds and comfort each other - together. Because, let’s face it, none of us can fix all our cracks alone, but when you surround yourself with other misfits, you suddenly realize: holy crap, I’m not the only one missing a few screws. We heal by holding up a mirror and saying before all of us and yelling- “Damn, your broken parts are gorgeous.”