Happy and Happy

Happy and Happy

Sometimes you have to go searching for inspiration and sometimes the inspiration comes to you. There I was quietly biding my time whilst waiting for dinner when my housemate pops in to the lounge with a load of scraps of coloured paper from a project she was doing with some children. That was enough to get the muse engaged. Bored with painting in the traditional sense I decided to get out the PVA, the scraps of craft paper and some cardboard and go a little off piste for the day. ‘Happy and Happy’ is the result.

Now, Arthur (for that is his name) might look like he’s just done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson but that’s just makeup as he was at Carnival all weekend and hasn’t been to bed yet. He’s currently very happy with it all. Although I’m not sure how he’ll be feeling later…

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The Solace of Anger

The Solace of Anger

I was back home recently when I found two old canvases that had tea cups printed on them. I do like a good cup of tea so this alone was enough to get the creative juices flowing. In fact they were already hitting me like a tsunami due to the fact that I had been out drinking with that not-so-lovable rogue of immense proportions – Sir Asmund Quayle (the patron saint of id-iom whether we want him or not). So, basically, I just found a canvas whilst dealing with my hangover.

It just so happened my mum was going out to run a few errands which meant it was time for me to put my feet up and grab 40 winks but all to soon I heard her car in the driveway so had to action myself swiftly. I dashed to where I had previously set up all the paints and started throwing paint about. I didn’t want to seem like a layabout after all.

Anyway my mother then made us both a cup of tea and sat with me saying she ‘enjoys watching the process’ and the rest is history. Thankfully, after a while, I seemed to forget the hangover and just enjoyed the painting. As an aside, I hoped that Sir Asmund was feeling worse that me but I later found out he was up with the larks that morning building fancy sandcastles on the beach – which he’d then smash with a spade – much to the amusement of the sundry passersby. It sounded like fun. He’s such an insufferable dolt but a man close to my heart.

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Time for tea with id-iom

Time for tea with id-iom

Although one half of id-iom doesn’t drink tea it doesn’t mean we both don’t know how to make a good cuppa. Here is our guide to making the perfect cup of tea:

1. Get necessary equipment – kettle, cup & saucer, tea bag, milk, spoon and sugar for all those who aren’t sweet enough
2. Boil kettle till it sings
3. Place tea bag in to cup which should already be placed on the saucer ( you don’t want to make a mess now)
4. Pour boiling water in to the cup and over the tea bag
5. Leave for a short while to let the tea brew
6. Remove tea bag
7. Add milk (and sugar if that’s what you need)
8. Allow to cool just a little while you slip into your birthday suit
9. Jump in and enjoy!

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A portrait of the artist as a young man

Since I’d done a self portrait yesterday I thought it was only fair that today I did a portrait of the other half of id-iom. I’m not entirely sure if I’ve outdone myself but I think it’s just about recognisable as him. He’s got the same screen printed background featuring the id-iom seal of approval and I’ve coloured his nose in green as he just mentioned the other day how he rarely uses the colour green in his designs (for some reason best known to himself) so I thought I’d remedy that here. Right, what’s next?

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The picture you never asked for

I’ve never really done a self portrait before and I’ve no idea why the muse demanded it but here it is – the picture you never asked for. Despite the fact we’ve used ourselves for models for a number of our pieces over the years (mainly because we’re always available and happy to work cheap) I’d never considered a self portrait – until now. With the screen printed id-iom seal of approval as the background I think I’ve just about captured my own likeness well enough so that maybe you can recognise it as me (if you happen to know me obviously). Anyway, it is what it is but I’m interested to know what anyone thinks…

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How can I tell her?

I’m not sure if i’ve ever suffered an existential crisis on the level that this man is currently having to deal with. Sure, I’ve had some strange notions from time to time but this guy’s desperation at his inability to tell his lovely lady that they aren’t really lovers and are, in fact, just stencils is somewhat heartbreaking. The swirling maelstrom of his thoughts is reflected in the somewhat random background. Just how is he going to break it to her? Life can be tough, can’t it?

These are on A3 paper and will look lovely once framed. Drop us a line if you’re interested…

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No. 6

Alan, or Patrolbot No. 6 to his friends, had a dark secret. He was a Metropolitan Police Patrol Unit with limited AI (for difficult on-the-spot decisions) and had been patrolling the same area of South London for a number of years. During this time he had seen a distinct rise in graffiti, street art and tagging and had been busting heads for lesser crimes as long as his memory banks could recall but at some undefined point during the last twelve months he had taken the unilateral decision to become a graffiti artist. Why? He couldn’t be entirely sure. Maybe it was a faulty circuit. Or maybe not.

He didn’t want to find out and had so resolved to keep it concealed during his 6 monthly maintenance service. One thing he was sure of (and was infinitely proud of) was that ‘Alan’ was up all over his borough. No one had more pieces up than he. He made sure of that as he knew all the local patrol times. Now his skills were improving it was time to move onto bigger and better things…

For this bad lad I was just messing around with some old stencils I found but really quite like how this one turned out. It’s on A3 paper. Let us know if you’re interested in him…

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