Not to take anything away from this artist’s work but Duh. I can’t remember where I took this photo probably on one of my mandated daily sanity walks. At least he had the wherewithal to bring a pen on his said daily sanity walks and to share his thoughts with us.
I must remember to bring a pen myself next time so we can start a conversation
P.s. I actually went back with a pen to start a conversation but sadly someone had already repainted the wall.
Ever felt the need to paint an ugly man-child who’s looking at you like you just spilt his pint? I can’t imagine you have so I’ve gone and done it for you. Kev here is angry pretty much all the time at just about everything imaginable – from the cost of a pint to how people cross the road. If you see him whilst out and about it’s much easier to give a cheery wave and carry on your business for if you’re unlucky enough to engage him in conversation you’ll understand why the cheery wave is the preferred scenario.
His anger for so many things simultaneously is both impressive and depressing in its magnitude. The main thing is to extricate yourself from the conversation as swiftly as possible before his ire manages to get under your skin. If you find yourself agreeing with him then the best thing is just to drop to the floor and play dead then hope he’ll get bored. You have been warned…
I think I might go and have a cup of tea and reminisce about all the walls at the old studio that I didn’t manage to paint.
Keen followers of id-iom will know that we like to put a little write up with our pieces. Today is no exception but it appears we’ve run into a small snag. Neither of us can seemingly come up with anything suitable for today’s decidedly lovely painting. She’s a wistful looking lady gazing off stage left. That much is for sure.
It’s usually quite obvious (to us at least) what the blurb will be. But not today. It’s veered from being related to the boredom of lockdown to living in a crashed space station to shouting at your own private parts. I wish I was making it up. Now, in the fruitless search for a write up, I’ve had to go all existential and write about my inability to come up with something to write about. Meta. Take from it all what you will…
If you’d like to give her a home drop us a line etc. It is A2 on high quality Bockingford paper and made using Acrylic, paint pen, watercolour pencil and spray paint.
We are all in the middle of a global pandemic, Tier 3 has just been activated in London, Christmas is looming ever closer and the weather is simply shocking. Don’t let that bring you down though, instead, why not simply engage in some extreme procrastination and write today off and maybe even the rest of December. Perhaps January and February too just for good measure..
Do you dig being dilatory? Would you generally prefer to be back in bed? Do you think things sound classier in Latin? If you answered yes to any or all of these questions then we have just the product for you! id-iom’s new range of demotivational artworks are ideal to give you that extra little nudge you need to justify to yourself whatever decision you’re about to make. It’s that simple! Anyone can use them!
She’s on A2 paper and the Latin text ‘Maybe cras amici mei’ (which translates as ‘Maybe tomorrow my friend’) will make your friends think you’re both educated and sophisticated. Voila! She is made using the magic of spraypaint, stencils, glitter, acrylic and imagination. If you’d like to give her a new home then get in touch. I completely understand if you can’t be bothered today though…
Dave (or ‘Panther’ to his friends) had never been accused of making good decisions. In fact his chequered past was littered with questionable decisions. But none quite so foolish as today’s rash move.
He’d decided to buy a jet ski and go and see his girlfriend, which, on the face of it, sounds pretty romantic. Love will find a way and all that. He lived in Scotland however whilst his heart’s desire lived on the Isle of Man. If you throw in the fact that the Irish Sea in winter time is not the most charitable place to be combined with the fact it’s 40km from Scotland and the fact that he’d never ridden a jet ski before you can begin to see the poor decisions branching off into infinity. Oh, and I forgot to say it’s the middle of a pandemic and the Isle of Man is sealed off, covid free and lusting to throw lawbreakers in prison – so Dave’s decision is looking poorer by the second.
Somehow he made it despite the journey taking almost 4 hours longer than he predicted and, assumably, him almost freezing to death. You’d think perhaps lying low at his girlfriend’s might be a good idea but no, it’s out clubbing for Dave and his betrothed. Perhaps predictably this was his face on being told he faced a prison sentence after the long arm of the law reached out for him the following day…
It is A3 in size and made using the magic of acrylic, pastel, paint pen and imagination. Drop us a line if you need Dave in your life…
Despite the cold, it was a beautiful day. Gunnar had decided to take a walk to clear his head and thought that the lake on the other side of the clearing might be nice. Whilst walking he became distracted by his thoughts and by the time he realised he was striding out over the frozen lake he heard an ominous cracking noise from beneath his feet. And then he just froze and looked around with a somewhat desperate look in his eyes…
What happens to Gunnar? Is he swallowed by the icy lake or is it really all part of a complicated insurance fraud? I fear we’ll never know but I’ve been watching a few too many bleak Scandi TV shows as of late to know that it can’t have been anything good.
In another departure from our usual fayre but sticking with our new found love of stripes we’ve got ‘And then I just froze’ which is a surprising turn of events for id-iom in that it is somehow both minimalist and has a complementary palette. I’m sure stranger things have happened at sea but there it is. She’s available for sale if anyone cares to give her a home for £120 (plus P&P) and is on a 60 x 60cm square canvas.
When people think of ‘voguing’ most automatically think of the Madonna song ‘Vogue’. It’s not a bad reference but it all really started in Harlem. Michael had never been to Harlem however he had always wanted to visit – mainly due to it being the birthplace of his favourite dance. The main reason that he has never been is that It is quite hard to find the time when you run a large farm in rural Shropshire. He usually spends his days looking after the animals and fixing things that should have been replaced many moons ago.
This doesn’t mean that Michael never vogues however. Whilst tramping round the farm with his oversized headphones pumping out some beats he can vogue away to his heart’s content. Duckwalk to spins & dips followed by an energetic floor performance. The livestock don’t seem to mind. All so he can get himself ready for when Saturday comes…
It is A3 in size and made using ink, pastel and acrylic.
This morning i just couldn’t think of anything clever or amusing for the write up for this piece, so whilst racking my brain I thought i’d have a quick trawl of the interweb to see if i could find any inspiration. It wasn’t looking great until I came across an article about google’s new poetry AI and that’s when things started to fall into place. So instead of some well thought out prose I give you some poetry created by a computer after a little nudge in the right direction by myself. I hope you enjoy:
Psychology of Pink
First I fell into an idle bed;
Drowning all a feeling with a think
To breathe those flowers upon my head.
Psychology of blue
He knew that an artist, an marked school,
Brought on its heart, like the distant dew
As if a dog I might paint a fool?
Now if that doesn’t strike a chord i’m pretty sure you are dead inside…
Now we haven’t had an instalment of Other People’s Graffiti for a while so we thought we’d best rectify this. I was strutting around the local hood and I happened to come across this exceptional piece of graffiti which also included another writer’s thoughts on said graffiti emblazoned over the top. Now if you don’t know what a toy is here’s an explanation:
“A Toy is an unskilled, new or inexperienced graffiti artist or writer.Toy tags or pieces are usually crossed out with the word toy or the crossers tag around it. Having a tag crossed out is considered a very deep insult and the writer of the crossed-out tag will be likely to start a “war” or beef with the crosser, resulting in a series of crossed out tags. In some areas, they seek revenge by less peaceful means.
Toys can also be classified as one who does not know the scene around them, one who does not have knowledge of local graffiti, or one whose style isn’t too good, or is still developing”
Eeek! Not a nice sentiment at all, especially when you are tagging over someone’s admittedly less than stellar work. That said the person who wrote ‘Toy’ could go back to the Academy of Jack the Lademy and practise his handstyles as well in my opinion. Maybe I’ll go back and leave a note for both of them…
Gather round for I have a tale to tell. I was on holiday when I thought I’d go for an afternoon stroll into the hills behind where I was staying. As I was wandering along the path I knocked a stone which started a small rockslide that seemed to terminate with a deep groan. Having watched too much Murder She Wrote I decided to put on my Jessica Fletcher hat and began an investigation.
After clambering down the small incline I was surprised to find a large head peeking out of the ground and grumbling to itself. To my shock he started shouting at me about being careful about where I was going and to watch my step in a deeply toned accent that I just couldn’t place. I apologised profusely and said I would be more careful in the future and he grumbled something unintelligible and seemingly went back to sleep. Now, what the moral is I’m not entirely sure but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.