Fragile as a Teacup

I find it frustrating/funny at how my guns keep breaking/cracking/warping on me as they're being sanded smooth and painted. Made of discarded Ikea bed lumber and brad nails, I make them just to inject some masculine decoration in an otherwise femine looking interior. Plus, Dave gets a kick out of them. This one is an AK 47 with a solid stock.

Painted and lacquered.

This pistol isn't a replica of anything in particular, though I'm proud to say it was carved from a single piece of cedar. Just a paperweight gift to a friend.

The beginnings of a Mauser rifle. Note the crooked barrel fashioned out of a brookstick.