Three copper figures, stacked. One covers his eyes, one his ears, one his mouth. The arrangement is precarious, the posture is absurd, and somehow it is the most recognizable thing in the room. We have all been one of these at some point, some of us have been all three.
The sculpture sits on a hand-finished, oil-rubbed walnut base with a custom copper stand. A small copper nameplate on the stand displays K Perrault and the year.