web analytics

And he never said why…

It’s in the Plaza Vieja (Old Square) in Havana. It’s a sculpture of a woman, nude but for stiletto heels, riding a giant rooster with a giant fork slung over her shoulder. The title is Viaje Fantástico (Fantastic Voyage) and the artist is Roberto Fabelo.

Perhaps it’s an homage to prostitution. Perhaps it’s a giant rude pun. I couldn’t say. He certainly didn’t. Who knew commies could be so playful and enigmatic?

Do follow the link and have a look at it from other angles. It’s a seriously good bit of modelling work (look at that left hand).

I follow a number of figurative sculptors on FB and elsewhere. It heartening how many of them are genuinely good. There was a time I thought representational art was dead.

It’s not. It’s weird, but it’s not dead.


Comment from Drew458
Time: September 30, 2019, 10:11 pm

I ran an image search on him; he seems to have quite a fixation on naked women, forks, and roosters.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: October 1, 2019, 12:34 am

This guy Fabelo is (a) very talented, and (b) very twisted in the head. If you think Viaje Fantástico is odd, check out Los Fumadores (The Smokers).

He also has a painting captioned Viajes fantásticos en el supergallo blanco (Fantastic voyages on the white superrooster) that’s in the same family as this sculpture.

I like his stuff. I’m not sure why, nor am I completely comfortable making that admission.

Comment from BJM
Time: October 1, 2019, 12:49 am

Fabelo reminds me of Dali’s fantasies & fixations…and the bird heads and writhing mermaids have a Hieronymus Bosch vibe.

Thanks for another interesting link.

Comment from BJM
Time: October 1, 2019, 1:07 am

I found this after the edit function expired.


It makes one wonder why repression and want always inspires art, music and literature. One would think that full bellies and freedom would create an explosion of creativity, but alas, it hasn’t.

Comment from Pupster
Time: October 1, 2019, 2:22 am

I’m no rooster expert, nor am I a patron of the arts, but am I the only one who is bothered by the fact that this chicken only has one leg?

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: October 1, 2019, 2:45 am

I wasn’t bothered Pupster, but I noticed. Isn’t that the monster from the ID claw from Forbidden Planet?

He does seem to have a thing for forks.
Also speaks Spanish which might imply the obvious English puns and metaphors don’t work in his head.
Or maybe not.

But I’ve certainly seen WORSE art than his. Sometime I shall tell you of the giant guinea pig turd ‘art work’ Mrs Durned and I once saw at a wedding engagement announcement party (apparently that’s a rich people thing). Helps if you’ve owned guinea pigs or had to clean up large rodent droppings, and if you’ve had perhaps a little too much wine.

Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: October 1, 2019, 11:36 am

I do prefer thighs to breasts.

Comment from Drew458
Time: October 1, 2019, 1:00 pm

Well I hope you make it through the day safely; the terrible horrible situation in Kent today is making the world headlines.

You’re going to get an inch or two of rain, so your gov has issued a Danger To Life warning. I guess it never rains in England and you aren’t set up to deal with an inch of rain. Stay safe!

Then … OMG … clerks in Greggs sold a 20yo woman a sausage roll by accident, when she’d ordered a vegan one instead. After one bite, she’s traumatized for life!! Even though she’s only been vegan for 2 years.

Horry clap, the world is nutz.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 1, 2019, 2:09 pm

The chook is standing on his left leg, Pups, and his right leg is drawn up. You can just see the knuckles of the right foot.

Which is a thing chickens do.

Comment from Pupster
Time: October 1, 2019, 2:43 pm

What’s that old joke? “When you have a chicken this good, you don’t eat it all at once.”

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 1, 2019, 7:26 pm

I forgot to mention that she’s bald, didn’t I?

Write a comment

(as if I cared)

(yeah. I'm going to write)

(oooo! you have a website?)

Beware: more than one link in a comment is apt to earn you a trip to the spam filter, where you will remain -- cold, frightened and alone -- until I remember to clean the trap. But, hey, without Akismet, we'd be up to our asses in...well, ass porn, mostly.

<< carry me back to ol' virginny