As an artist who can let their imagination get the best of them, it’s no surprise that sometimes things can get out of hand…
Many months ago now, possibly even years ago, I was working on this painting when an errant idea popped into my head which managed to satisfy the Muse and derail my entire train of thought. Needless to say I needed to please the Muse which meant me putting this canvas aside to work on my shiny new idea.
There it lay until just recently whilst having a rummage around for an entirely unrelated item and it appears in my hands. For now, I’ve got no idea where I was heading with this piece so any suggestions would be welcome. Otherwise I’ll just have to wait until the Muse has finished with Margaret, aged 9 from Dumfries, who has some Christmas based art homework to finish for tomorrow…
There I was painting away and I thought I had it! Then I lost it. Then I managed to find it again before taking it too far and then suddenly I was looking at an absolute mess of a picture. Normally I would throw a big hissy fit and rip it up or scrawl over it like some scene out of soap when someone is going a little off the rails- but that wasn’t to be the case.
I made a post on social media about my situation and I got some words of encouragement which made me reassess the picture and carry on, although I thought it something of a loss leader at this point.
Anyway, I’m still not particularly happy with it but just because I painted something I didn’t like doesn’t mean its worthless. We all deserve a second chance. For one I’m learning and beginning to own my mistakes. I just hope the next one doesn’t make me pull what little hair remains…
Here at id-iom we are relentless wombles and nothing escapes the all seeing eye for identifying potentially useful junk. In the studio we had a helium balloon of unknown origin, but we had somehow acquired it all the same. Having been a strangely comforting presence in the studio for months now it would follow you from room to room without ever seeming to deflate. It was becoming quite the talking point. Anyway, after a few small impromptu beers on Thirsty Thursday we managed to lose the balloon. The next morning we tried to piece together our last memories of the old girl and this picture is our best attempt at a visual representation of our available memory. If only it was all a little clearer…
I’m not sure if this headline is referring to somebody losing control of their man, which can be quite messy (although surely not as messy as losing control of your car, for example) or losing control when she is with men. Which could definitely be bad if say, she was a vampire who loved you, and then lost control and tore you apart limb from limb just for asking what was for dinner. That would definitely be a nuisance. Or perhaps it means she loses her inhibitions when she’s with men in the biblical sense. Who could possibly say for sure. I think it’s best to leave it somewhat ambiguous…
Like the rest of this sordid little lot these pictures have been reimagined from actual news headlines. I fill my head with this grubby nonsense so you don’t have to. Vive la revolution!
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