That's one crazy piece of art there, Rob. I kind of like it, but there's no way I'd have it in my home!
And there, in reality, lies a problem. I've known the artist for several years, but other than grasping that his name is Juan, I can't ever remember the surname. He often lunches at my alternative restaurant where I think he does the early Colombe d'Or (St-Paul de Vence) routine. I have repeatedly been offered sculptures gratis, and the problem is two-fold: they wouldn't suit (or probably even fit!) my apartment and there's no way I'd donate anything to the Community here, so the garden area's out of contention; thiirty years ago, yes, but today - not a chance! Different types of people, mostly.
It's really a shame: he makes beautiful stuff from junk: broken tiles, bits of window ledge etc. and he is very fond of Polynesian styles and phallic symbolism; quite remarkable in stone!