Stainless Steel, mannequin limb, perspex, electrical fitting.
This piece is a companion of sorts to 'Apollo'. The title was partly suggested by the downward striking fist, and partly by my conviction that the gods
had decided to pick at my liver while I was making this thing. Prior to it's completion, I had a variety of annoying issues and setbacks, which were mostly
the result of my own hubris. The conviction that I could get away with cutting corners instead of doing things the slow, tedious way as decreed by the divine
powers of what's possible and what's feasable.
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