Nothing like walking to work and seeing saggy people having sex on a bed.

I like to think myself unshockable. It takes a lot to shock me. It takes a lot to make me uncomfortable. It takes a lot for me to do a double-take when seeing something odd.

Generally the shockable interests me...to a certain extent, but I guess that's best left for another post.

Our building houses a small art gallery of modern sculpture. They change the exhibits every couple of months, usually it happens over a few days, so those that come and go every day aren't too surprised at the artwork being displayed.

As I previously mentioned, I worked from home two days in a row, and left early Tuesday to volunteer, so I didn't see what new art was being moved in, but I did notice they were moving things around to make room for a new exhibit.

Yesterday I was walking up the alleyway to make a hard right and continue to the outside courtyard area to wait for my husband to come downstairs so we could get our Friday Starbucks treat. The art gallery is on the right, so as I closed in on the corner of the building, I noticed a bed in the gallery. Then I noticed two rather saggy looking human figures above the bed, hanging from hooks, who were in the act known as "getting it on."

"Oh, that's lovely," I said. To no one. But it had to be said. It jarred me as much as walking up the same alleyway to find a homeless man peeing into a planter jarred me.

I continued to the doors to the building and a few minutes later, my husband walked outside.

"Lovely sculptures," I said.

He looked at me and said, "What?"

"At the art gallery? The saggy people having sex on the bed?"

"Oh yeah, I know," he replied.

We went on the discuss the, um, uniqueness, of the exhibit.

Later on that day when we left to go get sandwiches we noticed the previously saggy people hanging from hooks were now halfway inflated. The men were sporting erections, the women had perky boobs. All of them had expressionless faces.

It was just creepy.

When we got back from getting the sandwiches, the previously half-filled people were now fully filled. The two at the bed were nice and plump, the man in position to do his thang.

I'm not a prude, but come on. It's just a tad weird to have people hanging from hooks in the middle of an act that most of us like to do privately. But then, even the ones just sitting there were creepy.

For your viewing pleasure, here is a picture from another exhibit by the artist.




















I don't know what I'd rather walk by day after day, the meat hook people or the giant scupture of a woman's vulva that was displayed a couple years back.