Found on Robson Street. That’s either a Cthulhu whose wings have been plucked (Nodens, that fucker, without a doubt) or a portrait in site-appropriate rainforest marble of some random douchebro on Granville street at about 3am, puking his virgin guts out.
Love! High weirdness!
I saw it and seriously thought “well, the sculptor must have been cleared off the Earth before he could finish it or something.”