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