In his collection, Forbidden Desires, Li Zhanyang is an unforeseen sex scene on family movie night - a vagrant who relieves himself on the playground fence (even during the recess hour, for the rush of it.)
Many dismiss his work for its sexism while others are happy to welcome unapologetic obscenity into the medium of sculpture.
Every dinner party has to suffer the cynic who thinks love is a chemical imbalance and that 'making love' is a prettiful euphemism for doggie style, in all of Zhanyang's variations (look to your right.)
In any case, Zhanyang has a young daughter so please drop your weapons. I am stalling because I want to make an argument about the sexism. Creating a modern table out of a woman on her knees (below) is difficult to explain. As far as I can tell, it is meant to startle: a porcelain Chinese antique (see below table-woman) invaded by a pornographic woman - a redhead. Maybe the west, or "the west," is putting him up to this. Oi, I hate to make such a fuss about something that, in my heart of hearts, I like. It's beautiful sculpture.