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.
Do you know what happens when I’m left alone for too long. This. This is what happens. I happened upon the heart stencil whilst doing a small tidy of my paint area. It had slipped down the back of the table. Pesky stencil. Upon realising what stencil it was my brain did some kind of paradigm shift and unleashed an earworm upon me. Now I’m attempting to bring that earworm to you through the medium of cryptic stencilling. Once I’d knocked up a quick gun stencil I was good to go. So, which 80’s karaoke classic am I trying to get across here? Answers on a postcard. And if i’m lucky you’ll have it bouncing round your head all day. I’m all heart sometimes…