[That’s the back of the figure. The front is just a tad NSFW so I’ve hidden it lower down.]
Sometimes you get an announcement that just needs to be shown as-written.
Venezuelan artist Carlos Enriquez Gonzalez has personally fashioned this 7-inch tall rendition of one of his internationally recognized massive works. These “Lips Vagina Monster” sculptures are cast in high-quality ‘optically clear’ resin with a hand-applied, fade-resistant metallic pink spray to accentuate the form. Limited to an edition of 5 pieces worldwide.
We would greatly appreciate your support of his unique artwork by announcing the release of this edition, which will be made available to the general public through Clutter’s Online Store on Monday, December 9th, 2013 at 12 Noon Eastern time.
Because you’re having difficulty selling something called “Lips Vagina Monster”?
Carlos Enriquez Gonzalez has personally fashioned this 7-inch tall “Lips Vagina Monster” sculpture, based off of one of his internationally recognized large-scale works. Cast in high-quality ‘optically clear’ resin, which can easily be mistaken for the perfectly blown glass, these works are limited to an edition of 5 pieces with a hand-applied, fade-resistant metallic pink spray to accentuate the form. This collectable objet d’art will cost $350 apiece and be available to the general public on Monday, December 9th, 2013 at 12 Noon Eastern time in the Clutter Media Group’s online shop.
Notice how they slipped the phrase “perfectly blown” in there. We call that neuro-linguistic programming.
Venzuelan fine artist Carlos Enriquez Gonzalez utilizes a variety of mediums to reflect upon existence through imagery that incorporates the grotesque and the sublime. Frequently using monstrously alien elements, such as mutations of mushrooms, eyes, and brains, in direct contrast to sacred allusions and sexual organs, Gonzalez creates an intimate world to explore his personal concerns and beliefs.
In this case, he would appear to be concerned that too many women have arms and faces, which distract from the pleasure-givin’ parts. Or that roast chickens just aren’t quite fuckable enough. One of the two.
Not that I’m one to judge. If you want to be one of a select group of five to own this piece of lady-repellent, be my guest.