Don’t go smirking at my merkin.

Oslo is a cold-climate capital city and so I guess it is not surprising that even the city’s statues were sporting hefty thatches of pubic hair.  Once I’d got past my amusement I stopped to ponder whether this public display of private hair was a message from the country’s sexual health board,  a political statement or merely an aesthetic appreciation of our downstairs hair.  Whatever the case they made me think and isn’t that what art is all about?