King Kong Balls in the garden

King Kong’s Balls, the Gaze of a King, the Royal Pause for the gallery... Millions of “Likes” as though in praise of: “Everyone can go fuck themselves”... Between Conceit and indifference, a certain idea of freedom cast in bronze... Sculpt and let the sculpture speak for itself...

... Those who will see nothing but its attributes will have seen nothing, understood nothing... A grand show to bug the ‘right-minded’... to deceive fools... A half-smile...

... The coarse illusion of an impudent Monkey... The taunt of Kong to set the art-fair “cheetahs’” tongues wagging, for all the masturbatory bonobos to cop complexes... His balls on the table like coconuts thrown in the faces of conformism... His balls out in the open to hide his butt that no one will ever see...

... The calm resistance of an untamed Monkey... His gaze is elsewhere... Far from the human menagerie, the losers, the unsightly, the dicks and the dickless... Far from this brash theatre, this crass comedy...

... The Kong has a dream... A paradise lost... With no cage and no master... A laugh that we cannot hear... His balls like a gong to summon the great feast... Read more