Now this is a story all about how Lou’s life got flipped, turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there. I’ll tell you how she became the ghost with white hair. It all began one morning when she was running a little late for work and decided to eat a bit of leftover takeaway for breakfast. This turned out to be a very bad decision. Within 3 hours she was dead. It’s unclear why she has been forced to haunt her old workplace for all eternity but she does it with dignity and grace. That is until she remembers the takeaway and goes into screaming banshee mode. It can certainly put you off your breakfast. That’s for sure. You may wonder why I’m telling you this. All I can say for sure is that questions are often more intriguing than answers.
We’ve all been there. Well, most of us anyway. It’s Thursday so perhaps a drink after work may be in order. One turns into another. Unfortunately, we all know the end result.
Friday becomes a day of creatively staring at the computer and shuffling round the office in a vain attempt to avoid detection. Little to no work will be done and he’d do well to actively avoid sabotaging himself. All he can look forward to is his boss putting him out of his misery and letting him go home early but he knows that is about as likely to happen as oranges suddenly becoming sentient worldwide. Let this be a lesson to all those thinking today might be that day!!
When the hot days get to much, what are the options? Climb into a freezer, book a one way ticket to the Antarctic, jump into a swimming pool or alternatively like this lady, do nothing and spontaneously combust.
For option one you would need a serial killer’s size freezer. For option two you would need to either stow away on a military plane or alternatively get a job at a science outpost. Option three is probably the most achievable but probably the one lacking the most danger. Option four seems the most out of the box solution and I’m not condoning her practises but i have to say she rolled with it amazingly and looked like she was enjoying herself immensely.
I’d consider putting her out but can already feel the heat from the flames. I figure she’ll either be okay or not. It’s probably just a special effect no?
I think the title says it
all. My only excuse was that I was working late in the studio, I didn’t
have my bifocals on and I was hungry. With everywhere closed nearby I
had a look around the studio and found a sandwich the other half of
id-iom had left earlier in the day before he had run out of the studio
screaming. That should have been enough of a sign but alas I was hard at
work and hungry.
I obviously ate the sandwich, the next thing I know is that I’m tripping out of my head. It’s probably best not to get into what I did during those few hours but I did manage to leave this behind which I only found after returning to the studio days later.
Sadly I still haven’t found the other half of id-iom but I do keep hearing reports that there is a paint covered man running around Brixton talking about a new colour he has come up with.
Let’s just hope he can recreate it when he gets back to the studio
With the memory of the Extinction Rebellion protests in Central London still fresh I thought I’d design a propaganda poster of sorts. The speed at which we humans are destroying our own biosphere is nothing short of astonishing. If only we could apply ourselves to less destructive activities we may even have a chance still. So, we fight because we must.
Anyway, if you’ve ever wanted an id-iom piece but didn’t have the dollar then worry no further. We’re doing a little edition of A4 hot foil prints for £15 unframed (+ postage). Drop us a line if you’re interested in ‘We fight because we must”.
There was a scientific study published in 1907 by Duncan MacDougall which hypothesised that souls have a physical weight and this could be measured by simply weighing a patient both before and after death. The weight that he came up with for the soul? Why 21 grams of course. I’m just guessing at it’s purity and colour with ‘pure white’ but I think we’d all be a little disappointed if it was black and mixed up with some other bodily detritus like a dirty little snot ball.
Anyway, if you’ve ever wanted an id-iom piece but didn’t have the dollar then worry no further. We’re doing a little edition of A4 hot foil prints for £15 unframed (+ postage). Drop us a line if you’re interested in ’21 grams pure white’.
Although the picture is colourful please don’t let that fool you, that is just artistic license. The man in front of me was the dullest person I have ever met. He was a lawyer, suited and booted consisting solely of shades of grey. From his suit, to his hair, to the grey sheen to his eyes, just completely grey. I was stuck in a lift with him and all he would talk about was the first schedule, a subject I had no clue about, and still don’t want to. Anyway, after he had explained part 1, he tried to move on to part 2 and this is where I had to draw the line, figuratively and physically. I told him that he couldn’t move if I was going to draw him and that included his mouth. By the time the fire brigade had arrived, I had completed this picture.
The lesson of this tale I hear you ask? Always carry a small kit of paints with you to disarm any dullard when stuck in a lift…