“Arggggggggh!” yells the bug-like creature, at least in my head.
Striking a robotic battle cry pose, the art fixture–let’s call it Bob–sits in Sioufi Public Garden, making eyes at everyone that crosses his path.
Bob is feral; Bob is angry. Bob looks like he came out of Grendizer.
Perhaps the artist who made him was channeling Japanese cartoons or A Bug’s Life gone wrong. Regardless, you’ve got to admit, Bob definitely adds flavor to otherwise unanimated Sioufi.
“Arggggggggh!” he screams, forever locked at standstill.