Proper paper pusher

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…

Cheers

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Man in the mirror

Things have been getting a little weird since lockdown. The intense boredom and general anxiety mix together in some odd combinations. In order to combat this I thought a self-portrait may be in order. I was wrong. 

Looking at the paper in front of me I saw myself staring back or at least some facsimile of me – but things just weren’t quite right. The head too elongated, the nose too small but the dead, lifeless eyes I seemed to have got just right. 

Then I realised it wasn’t really me but that unflinching dolt High Risk Hugo. A stain on society if ever I saw one. A man who on his good days was more like Chuck Norris on flakka trying to chat up your girlfriend but on his bad days the social equivalent of someone slipping a dead slug in your mouth and holding it shut.

I’ll not be doing another selfie anytime soon. We don’t need to let that particular cat out of the bag…

Cheers

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My way or the highway

We were asked to paint up a sign that had ‘North Pole’ on it and was clearly part of some winter wonderland set in a previous life. We know not why. We were given no brief other than to give it a lick of paint. After sitting around thinking what to do for a while ‘My way or the highway’ is the somewhat inevitable result. I wish it well in it’s new incarnation wherever it ends up. Godspeed my odd little signpost…

Cheers

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