Public Displays

By Geonn Cannon

Erotica. Gallery owner Kenna White questions a particularly phallic sculpture based on Michelangelo's David and confronts the artist about it. She quickly discovers that the problem may be with her and not the statue. David and his partner have a unique solution to get her over her qualms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
• Release date: Apr 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781938108099

Geonn Cannon

Geonn Cannon was born in a barn and raised to know better than that. He was born and raised in Oklahoma where he’s been enslaved by a series of cats, dogs, two birds and one unexpected turtle. He’s spent his entire life creating stories but only became serious about it when he realized it was a talent that could impress girls. Learning to write well was easier than learning to juggle, so a career was underway. His high school years were spent writing stories among a small group of friends and reading whatever books he could get his hands on.Geonn was inspired to create the fictional Squire’s Isle after a 2004 trip to San Juan Island in Washington State. His first novel set on the island, On the Air, was written almost as a side project to another story he wanted to tell. Reception to the story was so strong that the original story was put on the back burner to deal with the world created in On the Air. His second novel set in the same universe, Gemini, was also very well received and went on to win the Golden Crown Literary Society Award for Best Novel, Dramatic/General Fiction. Geonn was the first male author to receive the honor.While some of his novels haven’t focused as heavily on Squire’s Isle, the vast majority of Geonn’s works take place in the same universe and have connections back to the island and its cast of characters (the exception being the Riley Parra series). In addition to writing more novels based on the inhabitants of Squire’s Isle, Geonn hopes to one day move to the real-life equivalent to inspire further stories.Geonn is currently working on a tie-in novel to the television series Stargate SG-1, and a script for a webseries version of Riley Parra.

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Public Displays

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Dedicated to Del Dryden

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The sculpture was nearly a third the size of the original, but it was nonetheless impressive. It stood just shy of six feet tall, perfectly proportioned. Anyone who had seen Michelangelo's David recognized the pose immediately, but a closer inspection revealed the undeniable differences beyond its height. His left arm was raised to his shoulder, as in the original, but he was holding a cell phone as if he was interrupting a call to address someone who had just walked up to him. His face was less classical, more the sort of guy you'd expect to see walking down the street. He had a strong jaw, sympathetic eyes, and his hair was cut short in a modern style.

If compared side to side, one might note that the smaller sculpture was more muscular and better defined. But with a quick glimpse, there was only one true difference that would catch the eye of a casual observer.

His cock was partially erect. It measured five inches, hanging at half mast and slightly to the left. He was circumcised, and in a certain light people swore that the rounded head glistened. The planes of his abdomen, hips and thighs seemed to draw the eye directly toward it. The sculpture was standing on a platform, his left leg relaxed while the right was tense. Due to the platform's height, the cock was just slightly below eye level making it impossible to ignore.

The movers in their identical blue jumpsuits had brought the sculpture in under a tarp, placing it in the Nash section of the gallery. David Nash, the artist, had sent an email expressing his apologies for not being there when it was delivered but something had come up. Looking at the newly unveiled work, it was easy for Kenna Ross to see why he stayed away.

She stood in front of it, resisting the urge to stare at the obvious focal point. And what did he say the name was?

Her assistant Roz was standing a few feet back at the entrance to the section. "He said it was David's Michael Angelo."

Kenna scoffed. Of course it is. She reached up and pulled her dark curls into a ponytail, occupying her mind with something other than the current situation. She tied it off and turned to face Roz. We obviously can't display this.

Why not? Roz was still staring at the sculpture. She didn't even try to hide what part of it had gained her attention. "The original David had his cock out, it was just smaller. So unless you're really going to make a case for 'size does matter', I don't see what the problem is."

Kenna rolled her eyes and picked up the sheet again. She draped it over the sculpture, making sure there weren't any unsightly protrusions before she stepped away. Get David Nash on the phone. I want to set up a meeting so we can talk about this before the opening. Until then, leave it covered up. We'll say it's for a grand unveiling at the official show. God. What a nightmare.

Your nightmares are different than mine. Roz replaced the 'Exhibition under Construction' sign that blocked the door and followed Kenna back through the gallery. She stopped at the door to Kenna's office, half-turned to go back to her station at the front desk. I'll call Mr. Nash. What time are you free for the meeting?

You know my schedule better than I do. Any time tomorrow should be fine.

You have the Arctic Hotel buyers coming in at ten tomorrow.

Right. She sighed. See? Okay, any time after one should work. I'm sure the buyers won't stick around through lunch.

Roz nodded.

The Nash Exhibition, and she only now realized how accurate that title might be, was scheduled for Saturday. They would have to get someone to come in and take the statue away in the next four days or risk leaving it in place and covered while the gallery was full of wealthy patrons. Patrons who could cause a hell of a ruckus if they happened to get a glimpse of what she was trying to hide.

She sat down behind her desk and slipped off her high heels. The Ross Gallery was no stranger to controversy. Last year they displayed a painting of Jesus as a drag queen. The controversy there had gotten nearly to the point where Kenna wanted to call the police for a protection detail. This couldn't be worse than that. Still, she dreaded any time she had to go on the news to defend some artist's sense of expression.

I spoke to David Nash. Roz had appeared at the door without Kenna noticing. He said that tomorrow afternoon at one would be just fine.

Thanks, Roz.

Roz waved over her shoulder as she walked away.

Kenna breathed deeply, turned to her laptop, and focused on the work at hand. She wondered why the idea of having the sculpture on display bothered her so much. She didn't have anything against sex, and she greatly enjoyed it when she happened to be in a position to have it. Of course, it had been a while since she had that opportunity. Maybe that was it, the fact that it had been so long since she saw one in the flesh that the marble version was just a painful tease.

For now, she had real work to do. The Nash Exhibition was going to open with or without the new sculpture, and she had to confirm some of her biggest patrons were going to be in attendance. She searched her files for phone numbers and started calling.

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Kenna brought home David Nash's portfolio and read it on the couch while she had her nightcap. She turned the pages with one hand, using the other to sip her drink. Nash had surprised her when he first showed up at the gallery with this beaten leather-bound book. He