‘It’s not a dove, so don’t forget it, it’s just an aspirin with a bird scratched on’ (sung to 10cc’s ‘I’m not in love’). It was all Doona could do was to repeat the line over and over again to try and quell the anxiety storming around her brain. She had just dropped her first ecstasy tablet and she wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen to her. She’d read everything she could on the interweb and spoken with friends but she knew the actual experience she was going to have would be tricky to verbalise. Suddenly the first bars of The Streets ‘Blinded By The Lights’ were dropped by the DJ and she began to float…
Created using the magic of acrylic, oil pastel, paint pen and imagination on classy A2 Bockingford paper. Get in touch if you’d like to give her a new home…
It’s funny how many advertising slogans can be applied to the murky world of drugs if you’re so inclined. For today’s instalment in a series we’re imaginatively calling ‘badvertising’ we’ve gone for a reimagining of Coke Zero and the classic ‘Taste the feeling’ tagline and colour scheme. We could have just have easily used ‘real Coke taste and zero calories’ but preferred the classic tagline as it’s a little more descriptive in this instance.
Anyway, today’s piece is on A4 paper and is made using the magic of imagination, foil and a laminator.
It’s funny how many advertising slogans can be applied to the murky world of drugs if you’re so inclined. For today’s instalment in a series we’re imaginatively calling ‘badvertising’ we’ve gone for a reimagining of Coke Zero and the classic ‘Taste the feeling’ tagline and colour scheme. We could have just have easily used ‘real Coke taste and zero calories’ but preferred the classic tagline as it’s a little more descriptive in this instance.
Anyway, today’s piece is on A2 paper and is made using the magic of imagination, spraypaint and stencils. Drop us a line if you’re interested…
This guy is an urban vampire. If you know what to look for it’s easy to spot. Bats for hair is the first thing. As we all know, vampires are naturally bald but over time they’ve convinced squadrons of tiny undead bats to cling to their scalps in some semblance of a hairpiece. They tend to have a glamour (or spell) that makes the beasts look just like a well tousled head of hair but if you squint just right you can see the little blighters scrabbling over each other for purchase or occasionally flying off to snatch a nearby fly.
The fact that vampires tend to smoke hemlock cigarettes is another giveaway. With a smell more acrid than burning tyres one hit will kill you in an instant but that doesn’t stop them passing them over for a toke to anyone stupid enough to ask what it is.
Finally, vampires love bling. And not just any one old bling. They believe that ancient gold artifacts posess the power of civilisations now gone. And the mythical Golden Fleece is the most revered of the lot. Here he’s had it spun into an actual fleece so he’ll be able to pass as normal a bit more easily whilst out and about. So there you go. Now you now.
He’s been lasercut on wood at 39 x 27cm and then lovingly hand painted before some gold and silver leaf was added (they love bling remember) and a drizzle of crystal resin to finish.
Some people say soul music drips with emotion but with this lady it is in fact her actual soul that’s slowly dripping away. She’s currently happy with that as well for she doesn’t really seem to care about normal life much any more, if at all. All that interests her now are things like dubious liaisons with pretty men, driving fast cars at breakneck speeds, getting her daily recommended intake of water through vodka and taking enough drugs to take down a fully grown elephant and its calf. And somehow she does all this with a wink and a smile.
To some she’s killing herself and to others she’s living her life to the full. Either way I hope she’ll grow out of it soon because i’m pretty sure it doesn’t have a happy ending…
Cheers
id-iom
Title: Let it drip from my soul
Materials: Paint pen, acrylic, pencil and charcoal
Size: A2
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Hands up who knows the story of the King Midas and his golden touch? Well, it’s the story of a greedy and foolish man whose wish to have everything he touched turn to gold became reality. He soon came to realise that this wasn’t quite as great as he thought as having food and drink turn to gold made life pretty difficult.
Now look at the subject of our picture. Here is a man who seems to have everything and but as the picture states ‘yet still he cried’. He had it all; women, jewels, drugs, money, all the wealth of the world but unfortunately that means little to a man who can’t enjoy them. The folly of human greed is a tale he is surely learning the hard way as he cries himself to sleep worrying that his fortune will be taken from him and that he can trust no-one. As they saying goes – money can’t buy you love.
I was wondering what to write for this post last night and I had decided it was probably going to be a somewhat dark post but that was fine. Then on waking this morning with a sunny disposition and broad sunshine outside I thought perhaps Monday could do with something a little more cheery. Anyway, the lady in this picture has been out all night enjoying the wholesome triumvirate of sex, drugs and rock & roll and is left feeling a little spent after the whole sordid scenario. But at least she enjoyed herself. Now it’s back down to earth with a bump as the weekend is well and truly over…
After realising the wall we had done the ‘Team id-iom bananeira‘ on was due to be demolished we thought we’d best take full advantage of the British summer and get indoors to do a little work to escape the ‘humidity’ outside. I wanted to do a piece i’ve been thinking about for a while which I think must have come about after reading Seven for a secret by Clive Woodall – which features the trials and tribulations of a little bird as it goes about trying to save the animal kingdom from man’s pernicious influence.
This one seems to work on a couple of levels. There is the literal view that the choices we offer wildlife often come down to destruction via poisons, shooting or pollution – which is, of course, no choice at all. There is also the view that the vulnerable little bird is a metaphor for people and the choices we often make for ourselves/our societies – be it drugs (hence ‘X’ which i hear is a popular term for ecstasy in the US), drink (hence ‘gasoline’ which always makes me think of this scene from the film ‘Top Secret!’) or violence.
That probably doesn’t make much sense but at least it keeps me happy. That’s enough thinking for today. Pass the Special Brew!
As i was a little bereft of ideas for what i could write regarding this piece I decided to put ‘pure white 21 grams’ into Google to see what would come up. I thought some cocaine reference would probably come up and was surprised that one of the top results was a site selling something called JWH-018. After a little research it would appear that JWH-018 is a very snappily named designer drug that mimics the effects of cannabis. This has been banned in the UK and various other countries but is still widely available on the internet. Now whilst this hasn’t got much to do with our picture i just thought it was an interesting aside and just goes to show how enterprising chemists can be. Whatever next?
Developed by Bayer, Perfected by Pete! Oh how could we avoid a target like Pete. Here we have a Pete Doherty endorsed pack of Heroin which includes two syringes of Pete’s all-time favourite 70% mix and all the paraphernalia you need for a great night in! There’s even a competition on the back to enter with the top prize being an exclusive house party hosted by Pete – at your house! Available at your local supermarket now!
Interestingly Heroin was first trademarked by Bayer in 1895 and originally sold as a non-addictive morphine substitute!
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