You might be wondering if today’s piece has something to do with Mickey Mouse’s preferences when Minnie is out of town and he has the house to himself – but you’d be wrong.
What’s actually going on is Mickey is organising a treasure hunt for Donald Duck’s nephews. The trouble is Mickey has already been at the drinks cabinet and had the better part of a whole bottle of whisky to himself. He now only has one job left, that of the treasure hunt. The trouble is he’s already hidden the prize but can’t remember where…
So whilst we’ve been working on a few different bits and bobs including some massive B0 bits of paper which should be ready soon we realised we haven’t posted much stuff as of late. To remedy this i’ve got a quick face i painted on the studio door as i was waiting for paint to dry. Now back to work…
Gloria had finally done it. Through an arcane mix of magic and technology she had finally invoked Ctrl+Alt+Del in the real world.
Now, when she muttered the magic words Clippy the paperclip appeared and asked how he could help. She now had the ability to reset people who were vexing her. It was really quite something. One second they’d be chatting inanely away then they’d get a blank look in their eyes, sit like a mannequin for a few seconds then look embarrassed and shuffle off as they attempted to make sense of what just happened.
Gloria was really looking forward to Christmas this year…
Ctrl+Alt+Del is A2 in size and made using spray paint, acrylic, paint pen and oil pastel. It will be available on our new website imminently (link in bio)…
Katie here has got over 20K followers on Instagram who just love her candid take on whichever European city she’s cavorting in on any given weekend. She’s uploaded over 1,600 photos and videos.
The question is, who owns the photos you upload to Instagram? You, right?? Not so quick my legally inept content creator. It is never quite so simple when dealing with these massive corporations. They use some pretty underhand legalese to make it so they have the right to use it in its promotional activities, but it can also transfer or sub-license those rights to its partners. This means whilst you technically own the picture they can do whatever they want with it. According to the T&Cs of both Facebook and Instagram, any profit that is made as a result of using your content will not be shared with you. .
Just remember kids – nothing is free in this world, Especially when you’re dealing with monolithic tech companies. Thinking about it I’m pretty surprised we aren’t charged per email…
When I was young all I ever wanted was to be the proud owner of the best butterflarium in town. Then someone burst my bubble and said that there’s no such thing as a ‘butterflarium’ and it’s called a ‘butterfly house’. After doing my research it’s also called a ‘lepidopterarium’. Well, they missed out on a trick there, that’s for sure.
From here on I have a mission. And that is to bring the word ‘butterflarium’ into common usage. You heard it here first. And when you get to go and visit a butterflarium at some point in the not too distant future, you will sagely rub your chin and think that your foray into neologism has been instrumental in promoting this exciting new word into the English lexicon. Go forth and spread the word…
This particular flutterbye was created using the magic of acrylic, paint pen and pastel on18 x 21 cm size paper and was a little bonus for a customer ‘cos we’re nice like that.
You know how they say there’s a bullet somewhere with your name on it? In this case it was a giant arrow and it definitely had my name on it. Anyway, there I was minding my own business ambling to the shop when I hear an odd whooshing sound behind me getting swiftly louder. I stop for a second and am just turning around when something flashes behind me and lodges itself in the pavement with a concrete rending crunch. For a second I’m in disbelief. Then I realise that my old nemesis has broken the ceasefire and loosed a first salvo of their house busting giant arrows… THIS. MEANS. WAR!
A throwback to a 2015 street intervention where we got into a little altercation with our old nemesis.Seriously though, what else are you meant to do when you find a bit of street furniture that has been knocked over by a car?
If you’ve never heard of the Four Sevens (or ‘Cuatro Siete’ to give them their original, although now lesser used, name) then it’s probably better you keep it that way. The Four Sevens are an exclusively female gang of high end cat burglars. If an original Warhol has mysteriously disappeared from a penthouse apartment then you probably know where to start looking. Although you won’t find anything, obviously. Because they’re exceptionally good at what they do.
Their mere existence can only be inferred rather than known for sure. If you know the right people in the wrong circles then you’ll hear talk of all manner of daring escapades carried out in the most challenging of circumstances.
You might begin to wonder how we know such things. Unfortunately, that’s not for me to say. ‘Four Sevens’ is on A4 and made using hot foil printing, acrylic and paint pen. Drop us a line if you need it in your life. If they hear you’ve got it though it may not last for long…
She dangerous! She’s deceptive! She’s deadly! She’s a Daughter of the North for sure. You may have seen her once but you’d never recognise her again. They are legion. When the nation calls an enigmatic and elusive Daughter of the North is sure to answer. And roll opening credits.
That would be my pitch for my imaginary TV series ‘A Daughter of the North’. Think somewhere between Breaking Bad and Sons Of Anarchy but set in wartime UK. Oh bugger. I’ve just come up with a parallel universe version of Peaky Blinders haven’t I? Great minds and all that…
‘A Daughter of the North’ is on A4 paper and has been made using the magic of hot foil printing, acrylic and smoke. She’s available via our online shop or by dropping us a message.
Once, when Sarah was a small girl being tucked into bed, she got the strange notion that the sun wasn’t going to rise the next morning. She tried to explain her thoughts to her father but he waved her concerns away and wished her a good night. Sarah didn’t sleep a single wink that night and while it was still dark she crept out of bed and down into the garden.
She waited for what felt like an eternity in the cold and dark willing the sun to come up. Eventually the first rays of sunlight heralded the arrival of dawn and, a short while thereafter, the sun’s warm embrace. Once the sun was fully up she crept back to bed with a jubilant smile on her face. To this day she still occasionally gets that same notion that the sun won’t rise so she’ll stay up all night to ensure it’s arrival and she can once again feel the sun’s warm embrace.
‘The sun’s warm embrace’ is painted on A2 paper and has been made using acrylic, paint pen and charcoal. She’ll be available from our online shop or you can message us directly.
You’ve probably never heard of Whyte Investigations. And that’s just the way P.I. Helen Whyte likes it. She would definitely prefer you to keep her name out of your mouth. Not because she’s liable to slap you for it but because if too many people require her services then it’s a sure fire indicator there’s a serious paranormal event incoming. And that can be problematic.
The fact she’s the best paranormal investigator in the UK (possibly the World) could be down to the fact that she’s equal parts Columbo and Sam Spade or it could be down to the posse of crows that follow her everywhere and are her eyes and ears as she investigates whatever dodgy activity is going down.
‘It’ll be alwhyte’ is A3 in size and made using paint pen, acrylic, charcoal and a one colour screen print. It’s available in our shop or you can always get in touch directly.
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