Sometimes things just don’t turn out like you expect. It was a particularly dismal and rainswept day when the other half of id-iom popped out of the studio to get lunch but came back with the classic board game, Twister (think Jack and his magic beans…)
I was somewhat put out by this manoeuvre as I had been daydreaming of a Greggs sausage roll for close to an hour. I quickly demanded to know what exactly what he thought was going on but all I got in return was a whirring noise and the repeated phrase ‘Left foot first’…
We were asked down to Bromley for their inaugural food festival which we were more than happy to paint at. As neither of us had ever been to Bromley, the first thing we had to do was a little research to help try and come up with an idea for the design that featured both food and something Bromley related. During this stage we found out that H G Wells was born in Bromley and that was enough to get the creative juices flowing. One half of id-iom remembered that H G Wells had written a book called ‘The food of the Gods’ which he had read ages ago. Anyway after a little research we found out he was indeed right and the rest just fell in to place. Of course as two gritty urban artists we decided on painting a giant sausage covered in mustard, as you do. To add to it we were even painting in front of the house where H G Wells was born. Top that.
Only a limited percentage of the population are going to get this one. If you have decent eyesight, are of a certain age and were brought up in the UK then this one’s for you.
In all fairness i’ve made this one a bit easier to spot…
Listen close for I have a tale to tell. A tale of woe and hard times. It all started with a dream. Although the simpleton who had the dream thought it was reality. Let’s say this person we’re talking about is one half of an street art duo called, for the sake of argument, id-iot. He thought he’d come up with a great idea for a site specific bit of street art but had somehow dreamed a fallacy. His simple idea was to have the sausage from the opening credits of 80’s/90’s school drama Grange Hill next to the street sign for Grange Hill which he was convinced they’d driven past some days previously. How impossibly amusing that would be.
With a stencil of a surprise sausage in hand he then convinced the other half of id-iot to take him to the location an internet search had revealed was to be found not too far away in South London. So far, so good. Upon arrival at Grange Hill it soon became apparent that they’d never driven that way before and that there was nowhere suitable to spray it. He’d somehow imagined the whole thing. Confusion reigned and they eventually drove home with the braying sound of laughter ringing in his ears. Determined that his efforts hadn’t been in vain he searched for another Grange Hill nearby but there were none to be found. There was only Grange Hill station in Chigwell which was many miles away.
Rather than never letting the stencil see the light of day he decided to spray it on wood and cut it out in the hope that one day they would be passing somewhere near Chigwell. More than a year passed with the woodcut resting unhappily in his front room before the call came that they needed to measure up for a job nearby. After almost failing at the last hurdle with nowhere suitable to put it it turns out if just fitted in the space next to the noticeboard. And, you could just about cram the Grange Hill sign into the same shot. Phew. Mission complete. And that is how ‘Surprise Sausage’ came about. So now you know. Never trust your dreams.