My own worst enemy

My own worst enemy

We found the piece of wood this picture is painted on a good few months back whilst out wombling and were saving it for something special. Whether or not we’ve achieved that goal is up to you to decide but all I can say is that I’m really happy with the way it’s worked out. We were debating having some text on there too but finally decided to let the wood and the picture speak for itself.

After receiving good feedback from our UPfest piece this year we thought we’d carry on a little with that style and see what else we could come up with. And for this piece we even went for a more arty photo to show the wood off in its natural habitat. It’s a pretty big and solid bit of wood and I don’t even know if you’d bother framing it but she looks good on a wall also (if anyone’s interested?)

If you can’t tell from the black smudged eyes and mile long stare that this guy gets himself into varying degrees of trouble on a regular basis then you’re never going to make it as a parent. He’s his own worst enemy and the countless repercussions from his impulsive behaviours have only served to clarify this in his mind. He knows he should change but it’s hard work. So, for now, he’ll stick to what he knows…

Cheers

id-iom

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Poet Mouse on the Olympics

Poet Mouse on the Olympics (grey)

Poet Mouse on the Olympics (yellow)

Poet Mouse on the Olympics (all 4)

Poet Mouse on the Olympics (back detail)

We had a little competition a while back to guess where i’d borrowed a quote from and so we needed to come up with some prizes. As i’d been rather taken with the Olympics as a whole and with Team GB’s performance in particular I thought what better than a small tribute to the endeavours of the multitude of sportsmen that have kept me entertained over the past couple of weeks. So here we have Poet Mouse expressing it in the words of Armand D’angour in his new favourite poem – An Ode to the London Olympics 2012.  Three of these will be winging their way to the lucky recipients in the next couple of days and I can only hope they like them…

Cheers

id-iom

PS – If anyone’s actually wondering what the answer to the competition was it was ‘The Young Ones’

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• Boris Johnson to recite new poem for the Olympics in ancient Greek (guardian.co.uk)

Don’t forget the milk!

Don’t forget the milk!

Today’s offering is our on-street nod to current milk price scandal. My lifelong love of the white stuff and the current problems faced by British farmers – with increasing feed costs and decreasing prices paid by supermarkets – got me a-thinking. My response was this whimsical little number. I’m not entirely sure what it’ll achieve but I had fun doing it so hopefully that’s enough.

My favourite part is the little bit of graffiti that was already written on the shutters. You have to look close to find it. It’s short and (not so) sweet and i’ve got no idea what it’s on about but it amused me all the same.

Cheers

id-iom

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• A fair price for a farmer’s milk (telegraph.co.uk)

Mysteries solved. No job too small.

Mysteries solved. No job too small.

I’m on a roll now with our take on scam baiting. It all started when I received an email from aburimar777@gmail.com kindly offering me 40% of $5.5 million if I could help him get it out of Burkina Faso. I liked his brazen approach but thought his email could do with a little work so decided to give it a little style makeover (see here).  We’ve also used his email on a few bizarre posters with the hope that he’ll receive some fun emails to brighten up his day. Now we’ve reinvented him as a man who’ll help you sort absolutely any of life’s mysteries – from the trivial to the more challenging philosophical conundrums. I’m just hoping that a few bored commuters are going to be mystified enough to take up his kind offer and chuck him an email…

Cheers

id-iom

Please help!

Please help!

Who can resist such a plaintive cry for assistance? And such a cute looking pigeon to boot. I certainly couldn’t resist and if I found Percy I would definitely be straight on to aburimar777@gmail.com to let him know exactly where his lost pet could be found.

We’ve delighted in a bit of ‘artistic scam baiting‘ before but are taking the use of the scammer’s email address to new heights. We have crafted a poster for his lost ‘pigeon’ in the hopes that someone will help out in the search for Percy. There’s a lot of pigeons in London but this one is quite distinctive as pigeons go as i’m sure you can tell. If you have any leads at all I’m sure he’d appreciate if you get in touch. It may brighten up his otherwise tedious day of sending countless emails trying to con strangers out of their hard earned money…

Cheers

id-iom

I am not advert. I am art.

I am not advert. I am art.

The Tube. Love it or hate it it’s usually the quickest and most efficient way around London. But it’s often really rather busy. The entire tube system is festooned with adverts and due to my aversion to having low quality advertisements thrust into my consciousness I thought it only fair if we put up a little something of our own. A little spraypaint and screen-printing later we have ‘I am not advert. I am art’ and she now proudly rides the tube proclaiming her reason for being. Hopefully it’ll stay in place until the adverts are next changed and with any luck will leave a few mystified commuters in it’s wake.

Cheers

id-iom

It was lust not love

It was lust not love

The sad truth is i think we’ve all heard these words before and at the time it’s truly soul destroying but the truth is being told so I suppose there is something you can take from it. This woman though is just doing it for kicks and you call tell by the fact she still has her top undone when telling the unlucky fella that he has got his hopes up. I think the only thing he can take from this situation is the fact that at least he got to take her to bed before she broke his heart. I suppose every cloud has a silver lining.

Cheers

id-iom