That really is quite q sculpture. Did you get to see the actual sculpture? if so, where?
It reminds me of a story I read recently in a book of horror stories. To me the story was not so much horrifying as oddly beautiful. In it there is a young woman who everyone in her town thinks of as truly pious, because she is never seen to flirt with the guys in the town. Unbeknownst to the rest of the villagers though, whenever a high tide comes in on a full moon night, she goes out to a rock that gets flooded over, strips and waits for her lover, a giant octopus, with whom she makes love voluptuously. I guess the horror in the story is that most readers would be aghast at the idea, but the writer tells it with such poetry, that it didn’t leave me the least bit horrified. Rather I saw in it a poetic expression of the erotic imagination.
What a perfect story for this sculpture! I found the photo in a book.
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