KingKongBalls
… KingKong’sBalls, the Gaze of a King, the Royal Pause for the gallery… 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 out in the open like coconuts thrown in the faces of conformism.
… The calm resistance of an untamed Monkey… His gaze is elsewhere… Far from the human menagerie, from this narrow-minded world… Far from this brash theater, this crass comedy…
… The Kong has a dream… A paradise lost… With no cage and no master… Freedom at the foot of My Tree … A laugh that we cannot hear… His balls like gongs to summon the Great Awakening…