Chosen by the director of the French Film, Tristesse Club, as the backdrop to a key scene, this sculpture can’t help stealing the show. It is perhaps more contentious than the vagina panels because it demonstrates genitals clearly in an aroused state. The intention is not to be erotic, though, and in my view it neatly sidesteps eroticism, in the same way as the vagina panels are not erotic: the juxtaposition of so many, in a pure white formation, disassociate the sculpture from the body. It’s actually quite comical, all waving about at jaunty angles. The whimsical title is a pun (as so many of my titles are) referring to how the male ego is inextricable from our dicks and our cars.
There is however a serious side to the work, which is intended to perform a similar function, albeit on a smaller scale, as The Great Wall of Vagina. Men’s insecurities around their genitals are often informed by images from pornography. I didn’t use flaccid penises because it’s the size of their erections that concern men more. Most men have never seen another man’s erection in the flesh, so to say. Many men who have seen this piece are utterly fascinated. It is human nature to want to know where we fit in. It’s a common response to hear them say – “Ok, now I get what the vagina wall is all about”.
Genital shaming will I’m sure become as unacceptable as all the other isms concerning things people don’t choose.
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