Simplicity is a form of artistic beauty. The abstract placement of the left testicle suggesting that the whole ensemble is being squashed flat and splayed on a table - the man pictured, is this the only way he can get off? What sexual trauma has led to this state of affairs, or what deviant experimentation enabled him to eventually find his peculiar kink? The depiction of just 2 spunk droplets, suggesting of a weary act of routine rather than achieving true gratification; is this man unable to find a partner willing to indulge his whims, or does he feel a sense of shame restricting him to a life devoid of the touch of another?
So many questions left unanswered. The artist has perfectly captured the individual, life-long journey we all embark upon to find and embrace pleasure. And such sorrow for those who seek but never find.
Could also be a vote for the Tory.