Well, well, well. Look who’s shown their face after all this time. Storm Bird is back and is angrier than ever. You may recognise the feisty little redbreast from short films such as Storm Bird (Dave’s remix).
With the very recent reintroduction of sunshine, I decided to do a bit of gardening to try and alleviate the relentless monotony induced by having to stay indoors all the time. Gardening has never been my strong suit and Storm Bird was more than happy to point out every single one of my glaring mistakes.
First, the worms weren’t fat enough and that was my fault for not feeding them sufficiently. Then the caterpillar turned out to be poisonous and how dare I try and get the mighty Storm Bird to eat tainted food? The list of my errors went on and on and on.
For 5 hours straight whilst I was toiling away in the garden I had Storm Bird continuously berate me for a myriad of different things including (but not limited to): being too slow, being too fast, not admiring his golden red plumage enough, staring at him too much, not listening, making too many cups of tea, interacting with the neighbours and pretty much a constant barrage of insults regarding my hairstyle. Really quite uncalled for if I say so myself.
She’s A2 in size and on high quality Bockingford paper and made using the magic of imagination, acrylic, spray paint, paint pen and watercolour. That’s about all I can give you on this one…
When the in-laws arrived they bore with them a small robin that had definitely seen better days. I really should have got a ‘before’ picture. He looked sad, rusty and dishevelled. I was asked if I could possibly do anything with him. ‘Of course I can. Any reasonable job undertaken.’ was my snappy reply. Ladies and gentlemen I present a dapper, rust-free and slightly mad looking robin. I believe my work here is done…
Never ones to turn down a challenge we were asked to step a little outside our comfort zone and to paint up a recently purchased Asgard bike shed with a wraparound wildflower meadow scene featuring a hummingbird. Okay then. Game on.
First up we had to come up with a design they were happy with and it’s funny how sometimes things are easy to design but tricky to paint. That should probably be a memo to self. Next up – the fun part. With the shed disassembled we got to work throwing some paint around. After a few furious hours, we had to stop due to rain but when we got back to it it all seemed to fall slowly into place. Whack a fancy little hummingbird on there and some varnish and you’re good to go. Don’t you love it when a plan comes together?
What do you do when a cockatiel lands on you and refuses to budge? This is the problem Martin here is currently dealing with and so far he doesn’t have scooby about the best way forward. All that he has managed so far is to christen him Gary.
Gary has been perched on his hand for the last 3 months now and chirps incessantly. Martin’s had enough. He’s called the RSPB but they thought he was pulling their leg then finally he tried his friend who has been known to go trophy hunting in Kenya but he wouldn’t do it because he had a dentist’s conference to go to and besides he already had 40 taxidermy cockatiels at home.
Martin now hasn’t slept for 72 hours as Gary has upped his chirping game. At times Martin thinks he can understand the chirps but at other times they sound like the discombobulating noises used in psychological operations in the 1950s. That is because Gary has been taught many techniques by the US military. Why is another question entirely…
It is A3 in size and made using imagination gouache, watercolour, and acrylic. If interested in giving it a new home don’t hesitate to get in touch.
John couldn’t quite put his finger on when it started. But it had been going on for a while and he’d had just about as much as his sanity could put up with. Whenever he’d go up to the attic where his extensive model railway was set up he’d find that things had been moved around. Never broken but definitely not where he last left them. He’d spoken with his wife but she swore on her life she hadn’t been up there in years, as agreed. After deciding it was extreme measures or his sanity he set up a camera trap.
Sure enough when he next went up his things weren’t as they should have been. After checking the camera this mysterious and slightly feral looking child with a small bird on his shoulder was what he saw. The police were called but ‘the Kid’ was never seen again. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
The little tyke is on a nice 60x60cm square canvas and has been made using the power of imagination, stencils and spray paint. It’s finished for now but be quick if you want to give it a home as I’m already asking myself whether I can stand the minimalism…
Let’s just start with the basics. Sam Crow here isn’t even a crow. He’s a raven. But he was raised by crows. His first name isn’t even really Sam either but he doesn’t know that yet. There is much that Sam is yet to learn.
His adopted father had enlisted him in the Royal Bombardiers when he turned of age and he’d been progressing rapidly up the ranks ever since he’d masterminded a devastating ambush on the gulls at the Battle of Subway.
His education and enlistment had all been part of a mysterious agreement made many seasons ago when Sam, who was fresh out of the egg, had been adopted by Belasko’s nephew. The reasons for the rush adoption had been unclear but the payment for doing so was less ambiguous.
All said and done the wheels are already turning and great things are afoot for young Sam Crow. But he doesn’t know that yet either…
We’ve got previous in the world of crow related art and this is just the latest instalment of an occasional but ongoing epic tale of urban avian skullduggery with more aerial combat, vicious peckings and egg smashings than any story has a right to contain. All conducted right above our heads on the busy streets of London.
They’re A2 and made using the magic of spraypaint, stencils and imagination. Drop us a line if you’d like to give either Sam a home…
She looks much like any other lady you might see swanning around town and to all intents and purposes she is. It would be difficult to distinguish her from a thousand others just like her if you didn’t happen to know her a bit better. And what would distinguish her in this modern world of tinder dating, digital photography and deliveroo would be the fact that she likes to do things the old fashioned way. That isn’t to say she isn’t aware these modern conveniences but just that she prefers the old school, hands-on style experience. And who’s to say she’s wrong…
‘A little old fashioned that’s all’ is still available via Play Dead gallery until 16th Feb. They’re A2 and are £130 a pop if anyone wants to give them a new home.
Being the harbingers of gentrification that we (and everyone else) undoubtedly are we thought it was about time to upgrade our id-iom logo to reflect the qualities that stand at the very heart of id-iom’s raison d’etre. So I’m proud to present our new logo with our brand new tagline ‘putting the gent in gentrification’. If this was a glossy PR presentation we’d then end with a photo of our grinning buffoon faces and something along the lines of ‘honest street artists in a dishonest world’. Cue music. Drop curtains. Job done.
Ladies and Gentleman may I present to you this season’s newest debutante – Lady Rosamund Garden of Brixistane. Lady Garden can be seen hanging out at all the finest soirees and elite celebrity events. She’s even been spotted on the catwalk at London Fashion Week.
We haven’t done much outdoor work yet this year so thought it best to remedy that with a quick paint in the yard to acclimatise ourselves to the brutal February conditions. Lady Rosamund Garden is the dubious result. She has poetry in her hair and a little bird that roosts in her elaborate floral headpiece. Whatever will she turn into next?
This picture really does have it all. A classy design, laser cutting, hand painting, crystal resin, silver leaf, variegated blue/green gold leaf, glitter, a word that it turns out most people don’t seem to know and a dymo printed definition of said word. Just to clear things up a bit. Apparently use of the word ‘moiety’ was much more prevalent in the 1800’s. My brain refuses to tell me where it came to my attention but it’s been rattling around in there so I just thought it deserved to be let loose so it can be used a bit more. So here it is in all it’s redesigned id-iom glory. You’ll be hearing it more if I can manage to shoehorn it into a write up…