What I like about this sweet, clean seaside postcard is that the couple are not necessarily dismissive of the sculpture, they just don't know what they're looking at or how to engage with it. This may eventually make them angry but, for now, it leaves them perplexed and slightly embarrassed, a not uncommon reaction to the unfamiliar - and one that is infinitely preferable to some of the too cool for school pseudery that can pass for reaction when it comes to art.
It's my birthday today. I'm fifty six, which seems ridiculously, farcically old. I can no longer tell the front from the backside.
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