We here at id-iom seem to like Ramesses II or Ozymandias as the Greeks called him as this is our second picture based on one of the greatest pharaohs of the Egyptian Empire. This time I feel I should use the now famous words of Percy Shelley to describe the king of kings:
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
As a side note he lived till around the age of 90/91, most men don’t live that long nowadays and this was 1213 BC. Maybe there is hope for me then…
I think the most challenging thing about this picture is the use of the words ‘bell sniffs’. It’s a grand combination of words and you’ll have no apology from us for using it. If you care to listen closely you can hear them pontificating on Twitter and Facebook from here. The internet really has become a new home for them. That said i haven’t found many of them on Instagram but maybe that’s because they don’t like the idea of their photos being classed as art by some lay person when they were actually trying to prove otherwise. It’s a complicated world out there. Stay safe!!
What would you do if you woke every morning in the woods near your house rather than your bed? I think I’d probably be a little concerned.
Carol here was so worried about this turn of events that she set up some cameras around her house to see exactly what was transpiring at night. To absolutely no ones surprise it turned out Carol is a sleepwalker or somnambulist. I think more concerning is that Carol still sleeps naked. She should probably do something about that…
This man will only lay down a wager when his cat ‘Lady Luck’ tells him the conditions are good for him to do so and for the most part they’ve both come up trumps. In fact all the cat has to do is whisper ‘let it ride’ into his ear (whilst disguising such commands as an otherwise normal sounding feline ‘meow’ to any nearby human) and slim Jim here will drop everything he’s got on whatever bet is in front of him. If that’s not a strange system then I don’t know what is.
She’s on A4 and made using Pencil, paint pen, watercolour and acrylic.
Here at id-iom we like to keep ourselves busy and work under the concept of ‘create or die’. To this end we like to bully ourselves into posting most days. After flicking through some photo’s I decided that this little beast would be today’s contender. I just needed to add a little something extra. Now, where did I leave this particular fella…
Cue an hour of so of ferreting around in various dark corners to no avail. As I scratched my head in bewilderment the answer suddenly came to me. I had already painted over it. So don’t drop us a line if interested as this lives now only in digital form. He lives now only in our memory…
What do you do when your only goal in life is to join the Army but for some reason or other they just won’t let you in? What he was actually after was to be able to wear camouflage without everyone taking the mickey out of him. Whether he dons desert, arctic, forest or urban camo he just can’t get a break and people ridicule him for his obsession. What is a man meant to do when all he wants is to wear camo?
Well you could do what Tony here did and progress from just wearing camouflage to becoming camouflage. Tony became so good at it he would just melt in to his surroundings so no one could see him at all. ‘So how did you manage to paint him?’ I hear you ask. Well, let me tell you. I was in the studio playing around with some watercolours when out of the corner of my eye I was sure I saw something move. I know a thing or two about and the game of hide and seek and having had an exorcism just one week previously I knew it wasn’t a ghost. I did the only thing I knew which was to stay impossibly still and play the waiting game with this sucker. After almost 4 hours the game was mine due to Tony blinking whilst i was staring at the wall in front of me. Artistic super powers of observation for the win.
It is A4 is size and made using the magic of watercolour and charcoal drop us a line if interested.
When Freddy and Freda arrive at any party the host should be very wary. Just last weekend these two dolts managed to gain entry into a friend’s house during a little get together he was having with a few friends including Jeffery Archer, Ant McPartlin, Theresa May and Sir Asmund Quayle to name but a few.
Whilst the host was otherwise engaged with some hor d’oeuvres in the kitchen Freddy and Freda managed to get into a game of Slap, Tickle, Punch with the Prime Minister, McPartlin and that exuberant cad Sir Asmund Quayle. Now if there is ever two people not to consider having a game of Slap, Tickle, Punch with it would be Freddy and Freda. Needless to say it ended predictably with a couple of bruised faces and a late night visit to A&E but, as you can see, Freddy and Freda were happy with the result.
It is A3 in size and made using acrylic, charcoal, paint pen and spray paint. drop us a line if interested.