Sculptor Denis Defrancesco
King Kong’s Balls, the Gaze of a King, the Royal Pause for the gallery… Between Conceit and indifference, a certain idea of freedom cast in bronze… Sculpt and let the sculpture speak for itself. Those who will see nothing but its attributes will have seen nothing, understood nothing… A grand show to bug the ‘right-minded’… to deceive fools… A half-smile… The coarse illusion of an impudent Monkey. The taunt of Kong to set the art-fair “cheetahs’” tongues wagging, for all the masturbatory bonobos to cop complexes…. His balls out in the open like coconuts thrown in the faces of conformism.
The calm resistance of an untamed Monkey… His gaze is elsewhere… Far from the human menagerie, from this narrow-minded world… Far from this brash theater, this crass comedy. The Kong has a dream… A paradise lost… With no cage and no master… Freedom at the foot of My Tree … A laugh that we cannot hear… His balls like gongs to summon the Great Awakening.