Now THIS is what I wanted to learn in my stupid useless college "sculpting" classes. (Or at least the basics, which tools do what, how to set up a frame, etc.)
But no. Hippie teachers wanted us to hot glue a bunch of junk together and make up some pretentious drivel about how it addressed discrimination against two-headed transgender lesbian tap dancers.
And we wonder why so little good art has shown up this decade.
Excellent stuff, although I was hoping the cutaway at the end would be some sort of clever 'revealing the brain/soul' sort of thing and not a means of affixing a ridiculous cowboy hat.