Here at id-iom it’s not all about us. Sometimes we like to showcase other aspiring artist’s work in our occasional series ‘Other People’s Graffiti’. Today we have a classic bit of graffiti found on the streets of London on one of id-ioms government mandated pandemic walks. Since first seeing it I’ve been trying to get into the mind of the artist. I mainly keep coming back to two simple questions 1) Why? And 2) What?
Is this not the goal of every artist? To get the viewer to ask questions.
Artist unknown. Completed in paint pen, London 2021.
The longer you’re in this art game the more players you happen to meet. From other artists, to gallery owners, to marketing experts, to events organisers, to government officials, to journalists, to fans and even paper suppliers and today we’re talking about the last one.
Knowing someone in the paper game means that if we’re very good boys occasionally we get a very welcome present of off cuts and bits that can no longer be sold but absolutely perfect for a pair of art cowboys like ourselves. Yeehaw!!
That’s exactly what we received from our paper pusher, an amazing collection of high quality paper. In return they’ll definitely be getting some sort of reward as primo paper really is a big thing for the pair of us. Lastly, all that has to happen is our very own Lillian, feline head of procurement has to check all incoming goods and sign off, which after a quick inspection, she did. Now we just need to find the muse and get some new work knocked out…
We here at id-iom occasionally like to go into the lab to create some new and wonderful things. Last Christmas when we couldn’t go and see our family due to the coronavirus we decided that our present giving for 2021 should be stellar and how better to do that than create some one-off personalised wrapping paper.
Like two mad scientists from the 50’s we came up with ideas ranging from gold plated newspaper (the cheaper newspaper was to offset the price of the gold) to woven cat fur cloth with added glitter (not ideal due to allergies). Eventually we decided to screen print some blank newsprint with cats, guns and grenades on as we thought this was the perfect sentiment for Christmas – and for gift giving in general. Now we just need some gifts…
With the end of lockdown now in sight, we can now start to start thinking about the future and that’s exactly what Margery here intended to do. Before she fell asleep all she could think of was holidays to far flung parts of the globe where she would be invited to urbane parties with exclusive guest lists where she was the guest of honour. She wasn’t yet sure why she was the guest of honour but that’s what she hoped to find out over the next night’s sleep.
Sadly that wasn’t the case. Instead of dreams of living the high life with the world’s elite, she had dreams that left her more exhausted than anything else. She found herself traipsing through clouds like the Care Bears but instead of frolicking in the sun she was chasing ducks but didn’t know why. It was all very confusing for her. On top of that, her teeth kept falling out and growing back every time the ducks would quack at her.
This seemed to go on for hours until at one point when she was within a couple of inches from grabbing a duck when her foot started to sink into the cloud she was walking on. Suddenly she fell through the cloud and was hurtling through the air towards the ever nearing earth. Just as she was about to hit the ground she woke up with a start, knocking the glass of water on her bedside table all over herself and her cat which proceeded to dash from the room clawing her leg viciously as it scarpered for safety. After looking at herself in the mirror and assessing the bags under her eyes and the damage done from the cat she wasn’t particularly looking forward to going back to sleep anytime soon…
Everyone knows the story of Little Red Riding Hood. Literally everyone. It turns out there are striking similarities to stories over the ages from all over the world that have the same basic structure and motifs. So we’ve decided to do a promotional image for our imaginary movie version.
In the old tales, the wolf and Red are adversaries but in true Hollywood fashion we’ve decided to turn the story on its head and have them fall in love in our retelling. Imagine one of those ‘saving an abandoned cat’ videos you’ve seen on the internet, chuck in Charlize Theron and Idris Elba and some over the top CGI and you’re in the right ballpark.
It is A2 in size and made using the magic of inspiration, acrylic, spray paint, watercolour and paint pen.
It’s a slow and rainy day here at id-iom HQ so let’s play a game! Can you spot our work-shy head of Marketing and Customer Services Lillian? She’s been off purlough for a couple of days now and still refuses to do a stroke of work. She reckons she’s going to use this shot posing in front of our piece for her LinkedIn profile. When she finally gets round to checking her laptop that is…
Lillian here has been on furlough for the past couple of months but it’s time we got her back to work as Head of Marketing and Customer Services for id-iom. She has spent most of her time in an approximation of this position in one of her three sleeping areas so it’s time for her to dust off the laptop, shoulder pads and power suit and get back to work. That tuna isn’t going to earn itself…
So in an update to yesterday’s post the cat has now taken control of the stickers. She’s definitely more agile and fearless when climbing stuff than I’ll ever be but I fear she’ll have problems getting the backing off. Only time will tell. If she succeeds I for one welcome our new feline overlords.
With the ever looming threat of Brexit and constant mishandling of institutions like the NHS, some have started to think that this is the beginning of the end for our green and pleasant land and although I reckon that is a bit of an overstatement it’s certainly a worrying prospect.
Karen here has a superpower. She is a supremely sensitive empath and just can’t handle all these negative emotions swirling around the nation. She’s stopped looking at the internet, stopped watching TV, stopped listening to the radio, hasn’t read a newspaper in months and now just completely refuses to talk to anyone in case they overwhelm her with their dark emotions. In fact the only thing she does nowadays is volunteer at a cat sanctuary run by cats although she can only just about handle it when the kittens start play-fighting. Can’t we all just be nice?