This man, let me tell you about this man. He is a bad boy. All the ladies – and quite a few boys – fell for his charmes. Not that he’s a player. Well he is, but not that kind of player. In fact, he is a quite courteous fellow. He is a traveling gambling man.

Once he was a settled man. Living in the suburbs of a medium sized town. Worked as an accountant. Big mortgage, two kids, a wife and an ugly dog. And about 50 Guinea pigs. He was quite content with his life. And then he hit 50. And it hit him hard. He started thinking about his life, as one tends to do at that age. And came to a conclusion. He wasn’t happy. Not a bit. He thought feeling content was enough, and up to that point it was. But no longer.

His kids had left the house to go study somewhere else and his wife, well she had developed … let’s call it other interests. Those interests consisted mainly of what was inside his boss’ pants. No need to sugarcoat it. He knew, of course he knew, but it was his boss, what can you do?

Well, one day he did. Do something that is. He told his wife to go stuff herself and left a present for his boss on his desk. No need to go into further details. Packed just a few essentials and bought this onewheel moto. He was a free man. Maybe for the first time in his life…

Mixed materials, ± 90 cm high, 45 cm wide and 40 cm deep.
Materials used: vintage copper flowerpot, scuba goggles, mini violin case, parts from a seventies Hoover vacuum cleaner, glass skull, dice, vintage accounting machine, earthenware booze bottle, a ‘Bartje’ pin, several old leather cases, wheel from a pram, a trumpet of some sorts, and quite a few other bits …

Available for sale.
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