As bad boy urban artists there’s not much that stands in our way, especially not some passive aggressive sign trying to tell us what not to do. No loitering, no smoking or sitting on the steps. No one tells us what not to do. Take THAT sign.
We make those kinds of rules up ourselves. And then break them anyway. That’s just the id-iom way.
He used to be a part of the infamous Mandem crew. In fact he actually used to be the poster boy of Mandem Records, now he just sits by himself stroking his not so luxurious beard. His beard is actually made up of a culture of different fungi and detritus that has become matted with his own beard. What exactly happened you might well ask but no one really knows. One day he just got up and walked away from his previous life and is now holed up in the back of our studio, mumbling to himself. We try to coax him out every now and then with a cup of tea and a biscuit but so far no joy. When I try again, perhaps I’ll see if a custard cream will work…
He’s a sad reminder that nothing is safe in the shedio for too long. Especially in winter time. The damp gets to anything unprotected.
Work/life balance is increasingly difficult to achieve these days. During a prolonged bout of procrastination – which is how I spend most of my time nowadays – I somehow managed to doodle this on an old railcard I found before me on my workspace. It’s the most I’ve done in days. Two things I should take from this: 1) Do more actual work and 2) tidy my workspace. Hopefully, normal service will be resumed soon enough. If anyone has any motivation to spare give us a shout…
It’s funny how thing often come full circle. When I was a young whippersnapper I wrote a very short story about a seahorse called Cyril and his family. This was duly put away and then rediscovered in the attic many years later. Much hilarity ensued at my juvenile storytelling abilities but it got me thinking. What exactly would Cyril and his family be up to now?
In this piece we can see Cyril’s previously unnamed son, Marcus. He’s had a few holiday jobs growing up including an interesting stint at Blockbuster Video but now though he’s a seaman on a fake navy vessel called the Scubatuinne (“Wave sweeper”) that hosts parties for bored and very rich housewives. He mostly just serves champagne and hors d’oeuvres whilst the boat goes up and down whichever stretch of waterway that a customer has chosen for their few hours of ‘fun’.
He can’t say he’s particularly happy with his station but he’s hoping it’s a stepping stone. The job he’s really looking for is to one day be captain of his own vessel. Cyril and his mum would be so proud if he could manage that.
It is on a 1×1 m canvas and made using the magic of imagination, acrylic, spray paint, paint pen and glow in the dark resin. As Marcus works on an imaginary party boat I thought it only fair to add a little phosphorescent glow to the piece as a nod to the bioluminescence of the sea and the kind of party boat he works on. Drop us a line if you’re interested in giving Marcus a new home.
Today’s piece is so straight forward it hardly needs a write up. I can barely remember what I did yesterday but have fantastic recall for the lyrics of a wide range of songs – including ones I don’t even like. Now if that isn’t saying something about the intrinsic power that music has over humans then I don’t know what is. I do wonder however who the first person was in history to drop a sick beat and think ‘I may be onto something here!’…
‘Life without music’ is an edition of 2 because I couldn’t make my mind up on background (as per usual). They’re A2 in size and made using the magic of imagination, stencils and spray paint. Drop us a line if you’d like to give her a new home.
It’s a beautiful thing isn’t it? Hindsight that is. If only I knew then what I know now, things would have been very different.
Frankie here can be a bit of a nightmare – as i’ve just found out. In passing one day I mentioned that she may make an interesting subject to paint and since then she just keeps turning up at the studio and taking her clothes off. I asked repeatedly to stop doing it but she kept saying she wanted to be painted. There was only so much of her hanging around drinking all the tea and eating all the biscuits before I had to relent and paint her anyway.
Afterward I told her about a nearby life drawing class and she’s now become a full time life drawing model. At least she seems happy now and people dropping by the studio no longer wonder why a naked woman is hanging around…
She is on A4 and made with the magic of imagination, smoke, pencil and acrylic.
We as individuals make our own limitations, our own chains. Without sounding like a self-help book ‘we forge the chains that bind us in life’ is something of a blinding truism that many people fail to see. It’s not what happens to us in life but how we handle whatever comes our way that makes us what we are. That said I did get arrested once and i’m pretty sure the handcuffs weren’t constructed by my fair hand. So take from that what you will.
Those in the know may have realised I’ve paraphrased Charles Dickens for the quote on this one. But it’s a good one.
A few versions of ‘We forge the chains’ are still available via Play Dead gallery until 16th Feb. They’re A2 and are £130 each if anyone wants to give them a new home.
Life moves faster at 45 – complete with cheeky little nephews…
Ever wondered what you’d get if you ask us to do some designs based around the number 45? Well, wonder no longer. This is the first of two walls based on exactly that…
Despite the fact that it’s been Christmas (and I hope you had a good one!) we have been busier than usual for this time of year and have, for once, actually managed to get some work done. We were commissioned to do a couple of walls in Forty Five, a sportswear shop on the Isle of Man, and had the designs all approved before returning home for Christmas so all we had to do was cut some stencils and get to work. Sounds easy doesn’t it? Well it should have been but Christmas drinks are hard to avoid around here. At least we got it done though. Even if it did take a bit longer than anticipated. The quote was taken from the drunken ramblings of a friend but I think it fits the bill perfectly in this case…
Life’s a beach bar – complete with smiling artist!
So there we ironing the curtains when a call comes in on the id-iom phone. It’s our main man Tommy with a mission, if we choose to accept it. As the curtains are crease free we decide that accepting is the best way forward. With nary a thought as to what we’ll actually be doing we load a bag with paint and head on down to the Electric Social to see what we’ll be painting. It turns out it’s a bar made from pallets for their weekly Sunday session ‘Life’s a beach’ and it needs a little decoration. A couple of hours later and here’s the result. Job done time for a pint.
So here we are again and we’ve got still another piece in the id-iom demolition sale. Who would’ve guessed that we had so much stuff stashed away in our now defunct studio? And like our other pieces it’s starting at the austerity busting price of just 99p… Here is the Ebay Link.
‘The best thing in life aren’t things’. Despite advertisers trying to convince us that wanting a life full of material possessions is what we all want I think we all know deep down that this small phrase is a truism that’s hard to deny. That said I have had my eye on a snazzy new laptop that I swear would make me happier…
She’s an A3 screen print on paper with unique hand finishing including the magic of watercolour, spraypaint, stencils and old school felt tips. Signed on reverse
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