An artist is never quite content. I had an idea to do something pattern based and relatively minimal as an attempt at something a little different. This is what I ended up with and whilst I like it I now want to put something over it so the crosses become the background. Which is what I’d usually do. But I wanted to try something different. It would appear I’m stuck in some sort of artist’s loop and don’t know how to get out.
This piece, as it currently stands, is available and on slate but how long it will stay like this is anyone’s guess. If you like it then drop us a line quick smart or it will probably morph into something else entirely…
Last time we saw this design it was on paper and featured only the smaller wallpaper logo. Since then I’ve decided a more permanent and slightly larger commemorative artwork was appropriate so decided to do another version of the design on slate. For those new to class our local pub has closed recently. It lives now only in our memories. In better news however it’s hopefully due to reopen with new management after a bit of refurbishment. It’s unknown what they’ll be doing decor-wise so I thought it best to capture a little of it’s old character in case it disappears altogether.
Some of the old wallpaper was of indiscernible age but had a favourable design so I thought I’d generate a little commemorative artwork from that for no other reason than it seemed like a good idea at the time. What we’re left with is ‘time to drink’ featuring a modified wallpaper design featuring a little cocktail set and a skull and crossbones. And there you have it.
It’s funny what you find when you dig around in the corners of the overcrowded shedio. This morning I found this slate whilst looking for something else entirely and I’m pretty sure hasn’t seen the light of day since it was created six or seven years ago.
I’ve got literally no idea what I was thinking when I came up with this bad bitch but I obviously thought better than posting it. Now, with a bit of time between creation and reflection, I can still only wonder what my intentions were. Perhaps she was meant to be the result of some warped government experiments. Sadly, it looks like we’ll never know now. Just make up your own reason for the picture and we’ll leave it at that…
Surely you’ve had a dead end job that actively sucks the life out of you each and every day you attend? I’m pretty sure we’ve all been there. I certainly have. One where you lived for the weekend. Hopefully that was a lesson learned early on (and most probably the hard way) but now we’re a little wiser have moved onto more enjoyable positions. Anyway today’s pieces are a paean to the life of the wage slave. We can see he’s got his identical work ‘game face’ in each picture. This is because his face is permanently in this configuration during office hours as it’s hard to generate any interest when you do pretty much the same thing repeatedly. Here’s a run down of his week:
Monday – a stress in all ways; from getting up to getting home and all in between. Blue Monday to be sure. Where’s the weekend?
Tuesday – a grey day. Not much happened. But it is Tuesday so no catastrophes is considered a win. Where’s the weekend?
Wednesday – A day out of the office attending a training course. More enjoyable because of the novelty of not being in the office but don’t get carried away. It’s only Wednesday. Where’s the weekend?
Thursday – Some rays of sunshine – both literal and metaphorical – are just beginning to show through. You know the weekend isn’t too far away and it’s Thirsty Thursday so things could be worse. Today feels a little shorter than the earlier days of the week. Still, where’s the weekend?
Friday – Much brighter all round. But still at work. The weekend is so close you can smell it. Where’s the weekend?
I was reading the other day of something called the Mpemba effect which roughly states that under certain conditions hot water will freeze quicker than cold water. After thinking about it for a while and then reading a little more on the subject I have come to the conclusion that this simple fact has blown my tiny mind. Surely that is the most counter-intuitive thing you’ll hear all day? How does that make any sense at all? Is it magic?
Now, what does this have to do with today’s post I can hear our legions of readers crying? Well, frankly, it’s something of a tenuous link to today’s piece which is called ‘The Power of Voodoo’. She’s something of an abstract combination of spray paint, stencils and screen printing on a lovely old piece of slate which we saved from certain death. Hence our title for this little beauty as she has been resurrected and will now hopefully have a full and happy second life as a piece of art.
Title: The Power of Voodoo
Media: Spray paint and screen print on roof slate
Size: 30 x 46 cm slate
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It has been said before that I’m such a loser i can’t even make friends on the internet but that is just not true – All i do is win! I’m full of the stuff, all you have to do is give me a little shake and it’s like you’re sat next to Lady Luck. Winner winner chicken dinner!!
Title: Full of Win!
Media: Spray paint and screen prints on roof slate
Size: 50 x 25 cm slate
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This is the tale of Sir Skellington Win,
who lived up a tree and was incredibly thin.
He constantly told tales of sorrow and loss,
yet somehow still thought that he was the boss.
He had a hat made of glass and two hairs on his chin,
and whatever he played would invariably win.
Apart from love where he was a loser,
even through fantastical tales he could never amuse her.
One day he was walking in his armour of tin,
and happened upon a lady stuck in a bin.
She really was making such a din,
that he could do little but stare and take a sip of his gin.
He took his bottle and looked within,
and could see the reflections of his favourite kin.
With this bitter thought he came to see
that thinking in rhyme was incredibly twee.
So he helped the lady out of the bin and she was very grateful. And that was that.
Can you tell I’ve been having some trouble with today’s write up? If you think you can do any better then i’d suggest you take up professional poetry as my effort is surely gold star standard for an under 12?
Title: Sir Skellington Win
Media: Spray paint and screen print on slate
Size: 46 x 31 cm slate
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