This is my favourite entry of the day. A slightly wonky looking Manx cat. ‘Nuff said.
We were at home on the Isle of Man recently for Islexpo and Year of our Island and were asked if we could come up with something interactive that could be taken round a few locations this summer. Our answer was an 8ft x 8ft magnetic blackboard (that has been handily crafted so it can be broken down for easier transportation – cheers Dean!) with a stencil of the Isle of Man so people could add a magnet for their favourite place or some chalk pens to add their thoughts or whatever they like about the island.
The first revelation is that you can get magnetic paint! And it works just fine. Nothing like live experimentation. The second is that we got away with including Blinky from The Simpsons out in the sea towards Sellafield. Win.
We here at id-iom seem to like Ramesses II or Ozymandias as the Greeks called him as this is our second picture based on one of the greatest pharaohs of the Egyptian Empire. This time I feel I should use the now famous words of Percy Shelley to describe the king of kings:
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
As a side note he lived till around the age of 90/91, most men don’t live that long nowadays and this was 1213 BC. Maybe there is hope for me then…
So there I was in the pub the other day professionally ignoring the football when this guy came up to me and started pontificating about how secure an investment of Bitcoin surely was. He told me he could increase my investment 100 fold. It surely seemed a little too good to be true but I entertained him because there was still 40 mins left on the game of ballfoot to endure. Come full time he was still banging on about a new crypto wallet or some such rubbish. It took all conversational skills I’ve garnered over the years just to get a word in edgeways and in that conversational sweet spot I somehow managed to get him to accept a small portrait of himself by way of my investment. I’m not really sure how i’m going to get my investment back but I did manage to get rid of him. For now at least. The Bitcoin investors are easily startled but they’ll soon be back. And in greater numbers.
This man will only lay down a wager when his cat ‘Lady Luck’ tells him the conditions are good for him to do so and for the most part they’ve both come up trumps. In fact all the cat has to do is whisper ‘let it ride’ into his ear (whilst disguising such commands as an otherwise normal sounding feline ‘meow’ to any nearby human) and slim Jim here will drop everything he’s got on whatever bet is in front of him. If that’s not a strange system then I don’t know what is.
She’s on A4 and made using Pencil, paint pen, watercolour and acrylic.
Here at id-iom we like to keep ourselves busy and work under the concept of ‘create or die’. To this end we like to bully ourselves into posting most days. After flicking through some photo’s I decided that this little beast would be today’s contender. I just needed to add a little something extra. Now, where did I leave this particular fella…
Cue an hour of so of ferreting around in various dark corners to no avail. As I scratched my head in bewilderment the answer suddenly came to me. I had already painted over it. So don’t drop us a line if interested as this lives now only in digital form. He lives now only in our memory…
What do you do when your only goal in life is to join the Army but for some reason or other they just won’t let you in? What he was actually after was to be able to wear camouflage without everyone taking the mickey out of him. Whether he dons desert, arctic, forest or urban camo he just can’t get a break and people ridicule him for his obsession. What is a man meant to do when all he wants is to wear camo?
Well you could do what Tony here did and progress from just wearing camouflage to becoming camouflage. Tony became so good at it he would just melt in to his surroundings so no one could see him at all. ‘So how did you manage to paint him?’ I hear you ask. Well, let me tell you. I was in the studio playing around with some watercolours when out of the corner of my eye I was sure I saw something move. I know a thing or two about and the game of hide and seek and having had an exorcism just one week previously I knew it wasn’t a ghost. I did the only thing I knew which was to stay impossibly still and play the waiting game with this sucker. After almost 4 hours the game was mine due to Tony blinking whilst i was staring at the wall in front of me. Artistic super powers of observation for the win.
It is A4 is size and made using the magic of watercolour and charcoal drop us a line if interested.
With John here you have to wonder what came first his name or his wonkiness and that is a difficult thing to answer with any degree of truth. I’m pretty sure John’s parents somehow knew he would be the world’s one and only wonkometer and that one day he would save the world. You see John had the uncanny ability to see if something was off, not quite right, a bit squiffy and not just in the sense of a picture being straight for example (which, of course, he could do with supreme accuracy) but also a kind of sixth sense that would allow him to see to the truth of matters. Due to a series of highly improbably but extremely fortunate incidents John became the special counsel to the Dalai Lama and the rest is history. Wait a second. What year is this? I may have jumped the gun. Ignore that last sentence about the Dalai Lama…