An old friend of mine, artist
Paul McCarthy's sculpture had a run in with a power line.
Paul McCarthy’s Complex Shit, a giant inflatable dog turd, escaped from its moorings at the Zentrum Paul Klee last week and brought down a power line and broke a window before landing on the grounds of a children’s home 200 meters away, the Guardian report
I love it!
In case you are curious about
Paul's work, at left is a piece of Paul's that I owned at one time. Tomato Head, 1994, features a life-sized mannequin body, crowned by a giant tomato. Plugged into the various orifices are a motley array of brightly colored stuff--including rubber vaginas and penises, fiberglass blocks, rubber-coated garden tools, and giant carrots. It once stood proudly in my loft overlooking the grand piano in the living room.
An old friend of mine, artist Paul McCarthy's sculpture had a run in with a power line.
In case you are curious about Paul's work, at left is a piece of Paul's that I owned at one time. Tomato Head, 1994, features a life-sized mannequin body, crowned by a giant tomato. Plugged into the various orifices are a motley array of brightly colored stuff--including rubber vaginas and penises, fiberglass blocks, rubber-coated garden tools, and giant carrots. It once stood proudly in my loft overlooking the grand piano in the living room.
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