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He was sick and tired of people treating others like crap. At his office, during morning traffic, at the coffeeshop. Rude men and women everywhere. Hell, even the president was a jerk and a bully.
One day he was complaining to his father, who listened and then wisely said: don’t just sit around and moan, do something about it! That night an idea slowly took shape in his head.
The retirement home, where his father lived, had a workshop. No one had used it for years. After a good clean Iucundus and his father got to work. After a while the word got round (The first rule of rocketClub is: you do not talk about rocketClub. The second rule of rocketClub is: you DO NOT talk about…) other oldies joined the ‘secret club’. They had to sneak out of their rooms like teenagers. As nurse Scortillum said: no activity allowed after eight PM!
Most of these guys had been hippies turned businessmen, teachers and aerospace engineers. Still dreaming of a happy world, good vibes and girls with flowers in their hair. For the first time in years they had a good reason to get up in the morning. At night the Dutchy was passed around again and they worked hard.
After a year or so, a completed rocketship was smuggled (in parts) out of the workshop. Once assembled on location it was ready to be flown to the moon to resurrect an enormous neonsign that said: be nice.
Object 2019 | Copyright © Derek Scholte
Mixed materials, approx. 50cm high, 10cm wide and 28cm long.
Materials used: Parts from several lamps, pepper mill, parafine burner and a few other small parts…