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well, well, well, where are we? ah yes...

this is one of a series of box frames about what my mother was...

in this one she is a sharpshooter, perhaps your mother was also a sharpshooter and it rings a bell, perhaps you never knew your mother...but you imagine she could have been this or perhaps you did know your mother, she was a drunken no-good bum and to be honest youd rather just invent a new one or borrow mine. thats fine. do that. hey, whatever works right?

anyway,

my mother was a sharpshooter

Whilst using the air rifles at a travelling fair she discovered a talent for sharpshooting. Word spread like wildfire throughout the fairground community and soon she was employed by a circus, shooting cigarettes from a troupe of befeathered and lithe young girls mouths. After a sneezing incident she was forced to leave her new life under canvas and instead got a job in a covered shopping mall shooting down trapped helium balloons that had been released by sweaty palmed infants.

the picture shows a profile of my mother with her fake moustache, bowler hat and her trusty rifle, it was that damn moustache that caused the sneezing problem. if not for that she would still be in the circus.

the box frame is 265 x 265 x 45mm so roughly the size if you were to square-off a piece of a4 paper. look, i have put an old star wars figure in for scale. admiral ackbar no less. leader of the rebel alliance. king prawn in humanoid form. the silhouette of my mother is drawn by me and adhered directly to the front glass, the brown paper behind was simply ripped from the page of an old book. if this thing sells im going to knock these bad boys out like there was no tomorra, so dont be thinkin youve got a one-off. plenty of people have mothers who are sharpshooters you know, its not just you and me.

if your mums not a sharpshooter, look around, my mum did other stuff.