What does the fox say?

What does the fox say?

What does the fox say?

Well? What does the fox say? According to the viral hit song by Ylvis they make all kinds of nonsensical sounds and I don’t think that’s entirely fair. Take this fox for instance. He’s living in central London with his girlfriend, has a decent job, is erudite and urbane in all he does and actually has a pretty broad lexicon. He has no trouble expressing his thoughts clearly and with good diction. He can even do a pretty convincing Jamaican accent when he has to. Admittedly though here you’ve caught him just about to indulge in one of his favourite pastimes which is, perhaps, not quite so respectable. When darkness falls there’s nothing he likes to do more than ‘skipping’ or, as the Americans like to call it, ‘dumpster diving’. He’ll tear your bin bags to pieces just for the fun of it. And then perhaps compose a short poem about it afterwards. As is the life of the fox…

Anyway, the fox is a first attempt at doing my own cutouts using a jigsaw and I’m pleased to say I still have all my fingers. He’s been cut out of some MDF and comes complete with glowing LED eyes that just make him look badass come dusk. Until tragedy strikes cutouts are my new favourite thing…

Cheers

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There’s no place like home

There’s no place like home

There’s no place like home

 

I do so like getting a good commission. For this one we had to come up with something that would bring a bit of colour to a tired white board that had been fitted over an old fireplace. As the fireplace is something of a focal point in the room we wanted to come up with something fitting.

After initially going down the slightly obvious route of recreating some kind of actual fireplace (complete with painted flames) we decided that whilst that could be quite nice in wintertime it would be a little odd in summer so we decided to change tack and go with something that would bring a little colour to the room all year round. The Latin text reads ‘There’s no place like home’ and we also have a lovely young lady (in a swimsuit, naturally) who has launched herself from somewhere on high and is about to land safely in the comfort of a large hand that is waiting to catch her. There really is no place like home…

Cheers

id-iom