Art.

Ehrmmmmmm . . .

Ehrmmmmmm . . .

Now.  I have passed this sculpture on my way to work for the past year, and every time I see it I can’t help but think of it as a penis with some manner of tumor on it.  I have tried–oh how I have tried–to think of it as something else.  I just can’t.  I can’t.

From another angle.

From another angle.

A collection of flowers?  An unfortunately designed spaceship?  No!  No! It’s a damn penis with a tumor on it.  That’s what it is.  I can’t make my brain see anything else.

As it turns out, all these months I have not been seeing the whole sculpture.  I discovered this when I approached it to take the above photographs.  It turns out, as you can see in this photograph:

The full view of the Chinese sculpture.

The full view of the Chinese sculpture.

it just has the most unfortunately placed hedge in China.  So there it is.  But every time I pass it, I still see a damn penis with a tumor on it.

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