She is Hekate

She is Hekate

I was checking out gods and mythology on Wikipedia (which all falls under the broad parameters of ‘research’) when i came across a goddess and I just knew I had to do a picture of her. She is ‘Hekate’ and is associated with crossroads, entrance ways, fire, light, the Moon, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs & poisonous plants, necromancy, and sorcery. Apparently she has rulership over earth, sea and sky, as well as a more universal role as Saviour , Mother of Angels and the Cosmic World Soul. Now in my book that’s all pretty impressive CV and you also can’t take away the fact that she has three heads. Which is surely more useful than just the standard one…

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Prosecute this!

Prosecute this!

So here we go again with yet another piece in our demolition sale and it’s starting at just 99p. We are keepig going until the cupboard is bare… Here is the Ebay link.

Today’s offering is ‘Prosecute This!’ When I was growing up I occasionally saw the graffiti ‘Bill Posters is innocent’ about the place and didn’t understand it until my dad explained the joke to me at some point. I reckon I must have thought he was some kind of Robin Hood figure who the police were after but had public opinion on his side. This obviously appealed to me and lodged in my mind and now, after a good deal of processing, has now manifested itself in this piece.

I selected the date of 1880 as after a little internet research it would appear that was the date the ‘Bill Posters is innocent’ joke first made it to print (apparently in The London Graphic) so it’s certainly not anything new. I like the fact it still works today though.

It’s a A3 screen print on paper with unique hand finishing including the magic of stencils, spraypaint and acrylic. Signed on reverse.

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Poet Mouse

The Poet Mouse

“This street will become a shrine, and punks and skins and rastas will all gather round and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader. And all the grown-ups will say, “But why are the kids crying?” And the kids will say, “Haven’t you heard? Poet Mouse is dead! The People’s Poet is dead!”

And then one particularly sensitive and articulate teenager will say, “Other kids, do you understand nothing? How can Poet Mouse be dead when we still have his poems?”

This is what will be said of Poet Mouse in coming years but whilst his work lives on he will live in our hearts…

There we were, just minding our own business, when we hear a series of barely audible little squeaks that were somehow coalescing into intelligible words right in front of us. After casting round we found this little fella reciting Tennyson’s ‘The Lady of Shalott‘ to us. Once he’d finished we had a small chat and he said he was an urban poet but due to his diminished size had a bit of trouble getting an audience together although he had some fantastic material. I can only hope he gets the attention he deserves. He was a very modest and friendly fellow so keep your eyes out for him, till next time my friend…

I’ve started today’s post with an (altered) quote that I feel is particularly relevant to Poet Mouse. A prize to anyone who can tell me where i nabbed it from…

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This is who I always wanted to be

This is who I always wanted to be

Sometimes in life we end up being the person that everyone else wants us to be and then sometimes, just sometimes we manage to transform into the person we wanted to be through a combination of determination and good luck.

Take this girl as a case in point. She used to be a straight A choir girl who read books on advanced maths in her spare time just for a laugh – but then one day things changed. The day in question is a little tough for me to talk about though as I was there in person and can’t really say any more until the current court proceedings are over. What I can say though is that it involved plenty of alcohol, copious amounts of drugs, numerous firearms, a small amount of explosive and, of course, one of the cutest kittens I have ever come across. Well, one thing led to another and the woman we have before us today was forged in that crucible of fire – a crazy cross between a Robin Hood, Major Disaster and an American Apparel model. Who would ever have guessed? That’s all I’m legally allowed to say for now…

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