I know it’s hard to believe but the guy in this picture was actually raised by a pod of killer whales. Two of which you can see in the background keeping an eye on him. He was lost overboard as a small child when his parents were undertaking a dangerous marine migration in a tiny boat in order to find themselves a better life away from their war torn country.
Quite why the orca’s didn’t gobble him up is difficult to say. All we know is that they taught him their ways. And now he swims the oceans with his pod ever vigilant for signs of marine trouble (and assumably his parents). They’ve helped sailors and animals alike. There are now rumours that if you’ve got a (marine-based) problem and you can get in touch with Mister Blackfish then maybe, just maybe, he’ll turn up with his pod and they’ll do their best to sort you out…
Now this young lady not only has a blackened heart but she’s also in possession of a slightly charred soul. How did one so young come to have both I can almost hear you ask? Well it’s something of a long and convoluted story and I don’t know the half of it. All I can say for sure is she’s not one to be messed with. At all. There’s all kinds of hearsay regarding her murky past and it’s difficult to be sure what parts are true and what are just rumour. An abridged version of her story can probably get all the salient points across without indulging in too much unverified gossip – so if you catch me when i’m out and about and want to buy me a drink I’ll tell you an interesting story…
I’ll admit it, I blatantly stole the title of this piece because I like how it sounds. And I don’t much care who knows it. So there.
In case you’re at all interested it actually comes from a couple of friends of mine who used to date one another. The male bought his (then) lover a necklace which he wanted engraved with the words ‘When Angels Sing’. I’m not sure why that line was chosen although it wouldn’t surprise me to know it came from some sad sappy song or other. Perhaps a power ballad knowing his proclivities. Anyway, it’s not entirely important for the flow of the story. When he went to pick it up from the jewellers the inscription read ‘When Angel Ting’. I’m not entirely sure if he’s just a little soft in the head like me but he thought that the mistaken inscription was a little more obscure and mysterious than the original line so decided to give it to his girlfriend anyway. It’s probably best that I don’t reveal what happened to the actual necklace although suffice it to say they are now friends rather than lovers. Oh well, c’est la vie…
Surely just about everyone enjoys a nice frosty can of Red Stripe when they have the chance? Take this girl for example. She most certainly does like a can or two. There’s a bit more to her than her preference for Jamaican lager – but not much. In fact looking at her here I’m reckoning she’s pretty vapid in all areas – apart her innate ability to sink copious amounts of Red Stripe in a shockingly small amount of time and still remain standing. I’m not really sure what you’re meant to make of that but there you have it…
Summer’s girl is wild at heart, caring yet fancy free. She also loves puppies and singing. Although on closer inspection it actually looks like she’s not Summer’s girl at all. We’ll have none of that puppies and singing nonsense here. I think it’s actually Winter’s niece who has moved in for a while with her ice maiden looks and trademarked cool stare. What kind of world are living in when you can’t even trust the season’s anymore? Summer in Winter, Autumn in Spring and Autumn for Summer too mainly because it’s the UK and you can’t trust the weather any more than you could trust a dog to do quadratic equations. Here ends the lesson.
Whilst this picture is called ‘Autumn Girl’ (for that is its name) it actually looks like this young lady has just come back from some extended summer holiday in one of the world’s classier sun-drenched tourist getaways. She has that certain glowing skin tone that only seems to last for a few days once you get back to dear old Blighty. I’m sure she’ll be augmenting it with bottles of fake tan but nothing can quite compare to those first few days back in the UK after summer holiday when nobody can possibly escape the fact that you’ve just got back from some trip or other gallivanting round the Med or touring the Croatian coastline in search of yet another festival. Ah, to be that young/lucky again…
You want serendipity? I’ll give you serendipity. Although you may need a little background before it seems all that serendipitous. I’ve always loved records and have collected them on and off since I was about 16. I’ve also always been a womble and will pick up interesting things in my travels and take them home (usually to paint on). So what was I meant to do when I rounded a corner near my house and came across an armful of abandoned 12″ records lying by a bin. It was like seeing a load of forsaken kittens lying in the street. I had no choice but to scoop them up and head on my way feeling ever so slightly smug about the whole thing. While I was having a quick check through them (which revealed that they were largely mid 90’s dance) I thought I’d perhaps re-design the covers and then put them back out on the street.
So here’s the first of my redesigns. It was initially this:
But is now the marvel you see at the top. I’ve taken it quite literally and used a stencil of my own mum. Ha! That will hopefully fox someone when it gets back out on the street…
If you want to know which record I’m on about you can find out here:
So its been a while since we threw a few bits and bobs on big cartel and this time we’ve got some smaller A4 pieces that we’ve been working on. These are sketches of images that we might one day knock into a bigger piece and then again we might not. These are all original and no reproductions will be the same as these A4 pieces.
Ah Winter’s girl! The poster girl for the dark winter months. There’s no mistaking you. A frosty yet impeccable exterior and a haughty look combine to make something both beautiful and deeply unsettling. If you invite her in you’re never quite sure when she’s going to leave. That’s pretty much her special move. I really reckon this deserves to be one of these sketches that definitely makes it onto a much bigger scale – if only we can find a suitable wall to do it on. Although I suppose we can afford to take our time as Winter is going to be with us for a good while yet…
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you
I’m sure you’ve all heard the song spooky by Dusty Springfield, if not here it is below:
Well, spooky doesn’t really quite cover this girl does it? I think she’s pretty much exactly who Dusty was singing about (although it’s a girl instead of the boy in the song). In fact the more I think about it this girl could perhaps be the evil theme park owner that’s always the one responsible for mysterious goings-on in the Scooby Doo cartoons. She’s just plain creepy weird at times, spooktastic at others but once you remove her mask it turns out to be none other than Mrs Stevens who owns the old arcade. It must be her. Not to worry though as Fred and Daphne will work it out in the end. They always do. If it wasn’t for those pesky kids…
Fact for the day to finish: Shaggy’s real name in Scooby Doo is actually Norville Rogers. So there you have it.
Cheers
id-iom
Title: Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you
Materials: Paint pen, acrylic, ink, spray paint and charcoal
Size: A2
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