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…
If you’ve wanted an id-iom piece but didn’t have the dollar then worry no further. We’re doing a little edition of A4 hot foil prints for £15 unframed (+ postage)
Recently it was World Bee Day and on this day in 1734 Anton Jansa, the pioneer of beekeeping was born. The purpose of the international day is to acknowledge the role of bees and other pollinators in the ecosystem.
That’s important because a dwindling global bee population can only be bad news for puny humans as the bees pollinate an awful lot of the crops and flowers that we depend on for food. Without them we are somewhat doomed so it’s probably best if we take a bit better care of our little insect cousins and make sure they can continue doing their job.
As a big bonus, they also know how to make honey. Without that we’d be left with wasp gravy and you wouldn’t want that on your morning toast.
When the hot days get to much, what are the options? Climb into a freezer, book a one way ticket to the Antarctic, jump into a swimming pool or alternatively like this lady, do nothing and spontaneously combust.
For option one you would need a serial killer’s size freezer. For option two you would need to either stow away on a military plane or alternatively get a job at a science outpost. Option three is probably the most achievable but probably the one lacking the most danger. Option four seems the most out of the box solution and I’m not condoning her practises but i have to say she rolled with it amazingly and looked like she was enjoying herself immensely.
I’d consider putting her out but can already feel the heat from the flames. I figure she’ll either be okay or not. It’s probably just a special effect no?
When Becky was little all she wanted to do was follow her father in the family business and become an award-winning pastry chef. He taught her all he knew but then puberty changed everything.
Amongst other changes her hands warmed up to such a degree that they could become smoking hot if she got at all excited. You can imagine what that meant for her pastry career. She could cremate a croissant before it could be wrapped. Now she can’t even work indoors for fears of health & safety claims against her for second-hand smoke.
What is the moral of this story I hear you ask. Well, that’s for me to know and you to find out. She’s A3 and made using the magic of the imagination, pencil, acrylic and smoke. Drop us a line if interested.
It was an incredibly hot day, too hot for some and definitely too hot for this unlucky fella. We’d already been in the car for about 7 hours by this point and it didn’t look like we were going to reach our destination any time soon. Tony, the poor soul in question, had been in the back seat sat next to Daisy for all of those 7 sweaty hours and I really wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I could recognise the anguish it was causing him as she was droning interminably on about her cats and had been ever since we’d left the city.
We’d all been there before but none of us chose to be the good samaritan and help him out. It was just too hot to be getting involved so we all just kept our eyes averted. In the end it got to much for him and he wound down the window and, for a second, I thought he was going to make a leap for it – but he didn’t. Instead he leaned out the window with his face in the air stream just like a dog being taken for a ride. The smile on his face as the wind make it impossible to her relentless chatter about her cats was enough for me.
Title: Humans die in hot cars
Media: Acrylic, paint pen and pastels
To calm her down I offered her a drink which she excepted but to everyone’s dismay, she ordered a flaming Sambuca. No one was quite sure what she was going to do with it and we weren’t disappointed. She downed it in one and there in front of us the light orange glow of flames started to lick around her body once again. No one was quite sure but as she said her thanks she again started to strut down the street with smoke starting to billow around her, this was when I decided to take a mental picture so that I could try and paint her sometime in the next week.
There I was just last Friday having a few celebratory drinks in the pub due to the fact that another week had come to a close. When this woman comes sashaying past naked, literally on fire and without a care in the world. Now as I’m sure you’d agree this sent most of the patrons reeling, downing their pints and running off down the street. The more chivalrous of the group decided that instead of drinking their pints they would throw their drinks at the lady, thinking they were helping her out in some way but all that seemed to do was make the lady angry.
With the spectre of gentrification hanging over the railway arches in Brixton we went down to do our small part to raise the profile of the #Savebrixtonarches campaign by painting up some shutters alongside a few other artists. It may not be much against the juggernaut of urban redevelopment but it gets us out of the house on a Sunday at least.
Once we’d arrived and found our spot we managed to draw some inspiration from the red and blue ‘HOT’ and ‘COLD’ lettering above the shutters to give us a colour scheme to work with and some idea of where we were headed. After we’d got that much nailed it was pretty much plain sailing. This design is reasonably minimal for us and it took a fair amout of willpower to overcome the urge to get a load more paint on the shutters and just walk away once it was completed. Righto, what’s next?
Cheers (and a big thanks to Monoprixx for taking the shot!)