Keen followers of id-iom will know that we like to put a little write up with our pieces. Today is no exception but it appears we’ve run into a small snag. Neither of us can seemingly come up with anything suitable for today’s decidedly lovely painting. She’s a wistful looking lady gazing off stage left. That much is for sure.
It’s usually quite obvious (to us at least) what the blurb will be. But not today. It’s veered from being related to the boredom of lockdown to living in a crashed space station to shouting at your own private parts. I wish I was making it up. Now, in the fruitless search for a write up, I’ve had to go all existential and write about my inability to come up with something to write about. Meta. Take from it all what you will…
If you’d like to give her a home drop us a line etc. It is A2 on high quality Bockingford paper and made using Acrylic, paint pen, watercolour pencil and spray paint.
Karen had been feeling more unsure of herself ever since the prophesied day of reckoning, as predicted by QAnon, had failed to materialise. She fervently believed in the power of deposed president Donald J Trump to battle against the ‘elite satanic paedophile rings’ that she just knew must be operating covertly somewhere out there. The internet had told her so.
The funny thing was Karen was English, lived in Kent and had no bonds to America whatsoever. She did live alone with an indeterminate number of cats however. None of this was clearly any barrier to her becoming a believer though. Now, when she thinks about just about anything her thought process becomes hazy and she quickly becomes angry. Pretty much like her picture really.
Every day’s a learning day. Or so they say. I can definitely confirm this for the days I was using a palette knife to create this image. It started out as something else but ended up as Karen here. As is life.
What are you meant to do when you wake up with an earworm already running riot in your drowsy and somewhat discombobulated brain? In this instance the words ‘After the rain come sun, after the sun comes rain again’ were on a constant loop. It took me a good while to place the lyrics as coming from Smoke City’s eventual hit ‘Underwater Love’ (it was released in 1994 but rose to prominence when it was used in a Levi’s advert).
In an attempt to exorcise my earworm I thought perhaps turning it into an artwork would help. It did. Thankfully the earworm no longer lives with me. Perhaps I’ve passed the earworm to you. I can only hope…
Created using the magic of spraypaint, stencils and and imagination on classy A2 Bockingford paper. Get in touch if you’d like to give her a new home…
Now i’m sure we’ve all heard of the term ‘Golden Girl’ usually referring to a young woman who has become unusually successful at an early age or a favored youth, held in high esteem by others, and for whom there are high hopes. This golden girl’s name is actually Auram but prefers to go by ‘Dawn’. She has her own very successful range of ‘Golden Dawn’ cosmetics.
She is attempting to parlay this success into re-establishing the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, an organization devoted to the study and practice of the occult, metaphysics, and paranormal activities during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Mainly because her great grandfather was one of the original founders. In my opinion it’s not the best reason to bring back a magical society in 2019, especially with all the success of Harry Potter. That said she’s the golden girl and not me…
It is A2 in size and made using spray paint, acrylic, paint pen and charcoal.
The inspiration for this picture comes from a conversation I recently overheard in the pub. One of the participants in the conversation was waxing lyrical about beautiful women he had met during his life and how as soon as he met them he had love in his heart (although he didn’t put it quite so delicately).
Somehow this got my attention and after percolating in my head for a while it was time to put paint to paper. Thinking about it I’m not sure how the conversation ended but judging by his company in the pub I’m doubtful of whether he’s got one of these beautiful women to go home to…
Title: I find you with love in my heart
Materials: Paint pen, acrylic, pencil and charcoal
‘When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do, is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue’ sang Phil Collins on his 1988 track ‘A groovy kind of love’. It would seem this girl hasn’t seen Phil in quite some time then. Given the somewhat vacant look in her eyes it may be some time yet before she claps eyes on the great man.
As an aside I dearly hope putting those lyrics above has started an earworm for you. I know it has for me…
Title: When I’m feeling blue
Materials: Paint pen, acrylic and spraypaint
Today’s sphere is somewhat discombobulated. It thought it was meant to be studying basic human interactions but has managed to do so at an illegal rave in the Essex countryside. There’s laser lights, strobes, sweaty ravers, day glo clothing and loud pumping psychedelic trance coming from a nearby speaker pyramid. People seem to be happy but there are many confusing interactions. How is Grey sphere 004 meant to process this? Perhaps it’s best if it heads outside for a quick sit down to get its head together…
It’s on A2 paper and has been made using the magic of spraypaint, stencils and a misspent youth. Drop us a line if interested.
Sometimes I really not sure if i believe wikipedia. I was looking for some inspiration for this here write up and looked up ‘stripes’. According to Wikipedia ‘stripes on clothing first appeared in the Medieval times. During that era, only prisoners, criminals, clowns, prostitutes, hangmen, etc. were seen wearing a black and white stripped garment.’ This paragraph is then finished with ‘During the 60s and 70s, more and more people started to wear striped shirts as the garment was seen as a symbol of rebellion.’ Now I’m no scholar on stripes but that all sounds like a load of balderdash to me.
Anyway, I digress, today’s sphere is examining some microscopic stripes that are barely visible to the human eye. I’ve magnified the picture enough so it’s all clearly visible. Why she’s examining the microscopic stripes is anyone’s guess. She’s on A2 and has been made using the magic of stripes, stencils, spraypaint and imagination. Drop us a line if interested…
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.
Sometimes, when you’ve run out of paper but the Muse is still riding you like a seaside donkey there’s nowt for it but to grab whatever is at hand and set to work. A newspaper advert for an estate agents was the selected canvas and a slightly sinister face in black and white was the preferred image. Don’t ask me why because I really don’t know. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. If only I can find where I’ve put this then it may eventually makes it way to the Wheatpaste Department and then onto the street – unless someone demands it in their life. Which would be a bit odd. But stranger things have happened at sea. Or so they say.