Wow! the Temporary Museum of Enfant Terrible Culture has a show up in the gallery. An ancient figurative sculpture exhibit. Everyone seems to be on good behavior, thoughtful and interested in bronze likenesses of “others”, and being served.
A bit anachronistic (bronze is ancient) and mildly troublesome: someone is in the room not from our temporal identity group. Troubling if someone has a sword or posturing an old exotic mystery-angst. Troubling faces, masks are easily offensive. Of course the figures may be troubled, headless or limbless, broken in ancient ceremonies or wars. And troubling (depending upon the winds of doctrines) because they are not dressed at all, nudity.
It is possible to bump into them. Maybe sculpture should have an alarm sound incorporated, you know beep-beep-beep-beep incessantly calling attention to the bleeding obvious or providing auditory accentuation to momentary troubles.
The alarm may also be applied to various issues between men and women (the putting on or off of the pedestal sort of thing) respect that may not be interpreted as respectful; antiquated chivalry.
Some sculpture needs the alarm if it looks like – when then and there meets here and now.
Anachronistic Anarchist by Herb Eaton 