When you run out of paper

Sometimes, when you’ve run out of paper but the Muse is still riding you like a seaside donkey there’s nowt for it but to grab whatever is at hand and set to work. A newspaper advert for an estate agents was the selected canvas and a slightly sinister face in black and white was the preferred image. Don’t ask me why because I really don’t know. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. If only I can find where I’ve put this then it may eventually makes it way to the Wheatpaste Department and then onto the street – unless someone demands it in their life. Which would be a bit odd. But stranger things have happened at sea. Or so they say.

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The lion sleeps tonight

I think my psychic powers must finally be improving. Just a couple of weeks ago I cut a stencil of a winged lion and then, sure enough, just a few days later the biggest story on the internet is of the dentist from Ohio who illegally Zimbabwe’s most famous lion, Cecil, whilst on an illegal hunt. I think it fair to say the hunter has most definitely become the hunted and Mr Palmer will have to live in fear of his own safety for some time to come. I’m sure there’s something fitting and karmic in that. Anyway, here’s our little tribute to poor old Cecil who has undoubtedly become more powerful in death than he ever was alive. The force is strong in that one. And where better to put it than Cecil Road. In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight. Wimoweh.

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Live Free or Die

Now whilst we can’t claim credit for the nice ‘Live free or die’ text I just like how it sits between the dastardly duo of dangerous street artists slinging their paste all over the place. Who knows how long the wheatpastes lasted or whether they are, indeed, still up and visible. Next time we’re in the area we’ll have to check…

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Time to straighten up your act on the street

Time to straighten up your act on the street

So here’s another of our wheat pastes that baddogwhiskas managed to grab of a picture for us. It would seem that both of us here at id-iom need to go back to photography 101 and learn it all again, not that we ever even learned it in the first place that is. Maybe it’s time again for a night course or two…

This lady had an attitude problem, a carefree attitude problem one might say. She was continuously having torrid affairs, taking enough drugs to make rock stars look like schoolchildren and drinking enough that if you cut her she would bleed pretty much 100 proof vodka. Now although this may be acceptable for someone in their teens or early 20’s, it becomes a trifle too much for a lady who is the wrong side of 30.

Now she thinks its time to straighten up her act and this picture is a reminder of the bad old days and her outlandish nights out, so that she’ll remember who she was and who it is she’s trying to become. Personally, I think it’s pretty useless as just the other day I saw her in an apron trying to cook some fairy cakes but she was using cocaine instead of icing sugar. Oh well, old habits die hard i guess…

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Amorous enthusiasm in the streets

Amorous enthusiasm in the streets

A while ago we went out wheat pasting around the east end with a few friends. Anyway, given our proclivity for not being entirely organised we didn’t manage to grab photos of all the pieces (as they were still wet and I think photo’s of wet paste ups show a certain lack of effort). Thanks to determined street art photographer baddogwhiskas however we’ve now got some photos of the missing pieces and he’s kindly allowed us to share them to advance our nefarious aims.

With the deft touch of a stage hypnotist at a late night Butlins show this lady is trying to convince you of her amorous intentions by using the power of her eyes alone. Look into my eyes. Not around the eyes. Look into the eyes… She believes (and rightly so) that a little enthusiasm can go a long way. But there are a few exceptions. One would be whilst in the streets. I’m not an alley cat you know. Oh go on then, just this once…

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Framed!

It would seem that Mupan has been caught out again and is looking slightly dejected. Word on the street is that he was framed up by some dodgy gangster types and has been left holding the bag, so to speak. Don’t be fooled though. Whilst he could, possibly, be technically innocent of whatever he’s supposed to have done in this particular instance I don’t doubt this is karma finally catching up with him. Maybe he’ll learn his lesson this time. Or maybe not. Knowing him he’ll squirm his way out of it somehow and come up smelling of roses. Much as I’d like to think so I’m sure this won’t be the last we’ll see of him…

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Mandela mandala

Sometimes, even as the artist, the motivation behind a piece can be impossible to work out and sometimes it’s easy. Today’s piece is one of the easy ones. I’m not really sure if it needs any further explaining but i’ve got a bit of time on my hands so i’m going for it…

With the recent demise of international man of the masses, Nelson Mandela, I obviously kept hearing the word ‘Mandela’ being bandied around on TV. Combine this with the very similar sounding word ‘mandala’ and, hey presto!, you’ve got a Mandela mandala. A little bit of wheatpasting action later and it’s on the streets. Job done.

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On the up…

In the interests of keeping you informed we have a further update on Mupan and what he’s up to. Last time we saw him he was looking a little down in the dumps but I have it on good authority that he’s picked himself up, brushed himself off and is now back in business. Just what that business is I couldn’t guess but you can rest assured that it is something decidedly unsavoury.

Here it looks like he’s shouting loudly about ‘Art is trash’ but he’s actually making a fake phone call so he doesn’t look too dodgy hanging around on street corners in the East end as he’s just seen a couple of cop cars go by and he has to wait around in order to ‘meet with his man’. Hmmm, he’ll get himself into some serious trouble some day soon. You mark my words…

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Down in the dumps

Since we last saw Mupan he seems to be a little unhappy. Not that I’m one to wallow in other people’s misery but I have to say it gladdens my heart (just a little) to know that someone has managed to take him down a peg or two.  I’m not sure what he’s been getting involved with and I don’t much care but you can bet your bottom dollar it was something dodgy that has backfired on him.

The sad truth is that I know him well enough to know that this won’t last for long. He’s up and down like a yo-yo and I’m sure it won’t be too long before he’s back with another harebrained plan. I just know it…

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Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

Mupan may be diminutive in stature but don’t let his size fool you. The unscrupulous bugger has been spotted hanging around the East end again and, no doubt, up to his old tricks. I’m not sure if you’re up to date on what happened between us last time we crossed paths but needless to say it ended up costing me. Let’s just leave it at that.

I was hoping that’d be the last we’d see of him but, sure enough, here he is again – Bobby Big Potatoes – leaning against a wall and reading a paper seemingly without a care in the world. His big toothy grin should be enough to deter you but I’ll make it clear; If you do happen to come across this joker then steer well clear. He is not to be trifled with. You have been warned…

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