This is probably the best toy ever.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, because I’m thking it to: “My god, where did he get that fabulous shirt?” Because demi-mimes in skin-tight leopard print are so hot right now.
Or possibly you’re wondering why his hand is one weird, boneless flipper, and his other a massive-brick? Is he part seal and part masonry? If so, does he have a convincing origin story, and does he fight crime, with his mighty BRICKFIST and FLIP…uh…well, we’ll stick with the brickfist.
Maybe you’re looking at his flipper, and the eight-foot spike rammed through it. And you’re wondering, “did it hurt?”
Yes, it did, but it’s a small price to pay for whatever it is he achieved. Skin-tight green pants, maybe, or free lessons from master danceist, Ivan Doroschuk?
Or just maybe, “what is he standing on?”
So, I really never did figure out what the trick was here. The funny little man had a stake driven through his hand–maybe it was a flag? and he came on a little wedge which, for no clear reason, was removable. I assumed the entire thing was some sort of strange metacommentary on the modularity of the worker in an industrial society, not only is he a cog in a machine, but his body becomes more coglike. I was about to write a manifesto on the whole thing when I noticed a really hideous puppy statue and forgot about the entire thing until now.
Thrift Town on Stassney and Manchaca, Austin
One Response to “Right, one of those.”
The gay bricklayer game? Nah,I got nothing.