Firdaus’ tricycle

One day Firdaus had had enough. He told his boss to got to hell and quit his pointless office job. He drove by the Seven Eleven and bought some beer, soda and pizza. Once at home, he locked himself up in the garage, ignoring his shouting and screaming wife. A week and a dozen pizzas later, the garage door opened and he drove his bad ass trike out, waving a final goodbye to his bossy, nagging and controlling wife.

Nothing but miles and miles of open road ahead, dreaming of new adventures.

Object 2015 | Copyright © Derek Scholte
Mixed materials, approx. 65cm high, 75m long and 50cm wide.
Materials used: vintage tricycle, copper flower pot, vase, vintage motor, parts from a magic lantern some other bits and pieces…