This piece had been hanging around unfinished for an unbelievably long time before I recently decided that enough was enough and that she was going to get finished whether I liked it or not. Usually this kind of tactic just won’t work and will probably send the artist into a tailspin. And that’s exactly what happened. I just sat there staring dumbly at it as empty thoughts drifted by lazily. In essence I was doing exactly what I was trying to prevent. The muse really is quite slippery when she wants to be.
Anyway this is where working in a partnership can come in handy. I decided if I couldn’t think of anything i’d see what the other half of id-iom had to say and, lo and behold, he had quite a lot to say on the matter. So, to cut a long story short I decided to do exactly what I was told and take the thinking out of it. And this is what you get. It’s got real buttons on it for goodness sake! Fab-u-lous!
Title: The Unabridged Soul Materials: Paint pen, acrylic, ink, charcoal, Tipp Ex and hand sewn buttons Size: A2
The year is 1974 and Herbert Bates is coming up the driveway to the house he shares with his mother with this somewhat salacious looking young lady. He met her just this evening. He’d like her to stay. Herbert is 44 years of age. He’s concerned about how he’s going to break the news to mother. She never does take surprises very well…
Break the News to Mother is on A2 and has been created using the magic of spraypaint, stencils and imagination. Drop us a line if interested…
To calm her down I offered her a drink which she excepted but to everyone’s dismay, she ordered a flaming Sambuca. No one was quite sure what she was going to do with it and we weren’t disappointed. She downed it in one and there in front of us the light orange glow of flames started to lick around her body once again. No one was quite sure but as she said her thanks she again started to strut down the street with smoke starting to billow around her, this was when I decided to take a mental picture so that I could try and paint her sometime in the next week.
There I was just last Friday having a few celebratory drinks in the pub due to the fact that another week had come to a close. When this woman comes sashaying past naked, literally on fire and without a care in the world. Now as I’m sure you’d agree this sent most of the patrons reeling, downing their pints and running off down the street. The more chivalrous of the group decided that instead of drinking their pints they would throw their drinks at the lady, thinking they were helping her out in some way but all that seemed to do was make the lady angry.
So how do we start a write up about lady Cheltenham? Maybe its best to explain our monumental balls up that started it all.
There we were during the week looking at the weather forecast and lo and behold it forecast rain for the Saturday. This year our design consisted of quite a bit of emulsion so we thought it best to get an early start so that it wouldn’t run in the rain. So with as much preparation as we could muster we headed down on Friday to get an early start which we did with an ease that id-iom is known for.
When we got to the Frog and Fiddle is when the problems started. The wall that looked like the one we were painting hadn’t been painted white like the rest and it seemed a little wider than what we were expecting, so we asked the bar staff who pointed at another wall which we took for consent to paint. In hindsight this was probably not the best idea.
Lets move forward to Saturday lunchtime when we finally dragged ourselves out of bed after a few too many drinks the night before we set off back to the frog and fiddle to finish our piece but i think you can already guess we had painted the wrong wall. With a few expletives thrown about for our stupidity we set about trying to get the new wall finished before either the rain stopped play or the after party started.
Anyway what we have for our troubles is Lady Chelts
Thanks to Andy and Angela for once again putting on a wonderful festival. Onwards and upwards guys!!
Sally here is an old fashioned girl and she believes the new generation of so called ‘millenials’ are just not making mayhem like they used to. In her youth Sally would think nothing of stripping off and having a water fight in the garden with her flatmates. These days that would either get you arrested or make you an unintentional viral star within a matter of minutes. That’s all I’ve got for today.
As seems to be the case I couldn’t decide whether I was looking for a more minimal black and white version or something with a bit more colour so decided to do both. I now know which I prefer but is there a consensus on which is preferable? There’s bonus points on offer if you can tell me where the original image was appropriated from…
When Freddy and Freda arrive at any party the host should be very wary. Just last weekend these two dolts managed to gain entry into a friend’s house during a little get together he was having with a few friends including Jeffery Archer, Ant McPartlin, Theresa May and Sir Asmund Quayle to name but a few.
Whilst the host was otherwise engaged with some hor d’oeuvres in the kitchen Freddy and Freda managed to get into a game of Slap, Tickle, Punch with the Prime Minister, McPartlin and that exuberant cad Sir Asmund Quayle. Now if there is ever two people not to consider having a game of Slap, Tickle, Punch with it would be Freddy and Freda. Needless to say it ended predictably with a couple of bruised faces and a late night visit to A&E but, as you can see, Freddy and Freda were happy with the result.
It is A3 in size and made using acrylic, charcoal, paint pen and spray paint. drop us a line if interested.
Here at id-iom HQ we’re honour-bound to respond when inspiration strikes. So when I had what I thought was a fairly simple idea to create a halftone stencil from one of my designs I was under the impression it would be plain sailing. Countless hours and multiple design dead-ends later and I am finally happy with my creation. It turns out that turning a line drawing with a little shading into halftone suitable as a one layer stencil isn’t quite as easy as I had imagined. It always wants to leave solid black areas black or have them black with small white dots. And that’s not what I was after. But I got there in the end.
Anyway, enough of my travails. This eye-popping young lady doesn’t want to be defined by lines or colours and so has decided to represent herself with a series of small black dots which, when taken together, give the exact impression she was after. Here she is hanging out in front of her favourite wallpaper made in small batches by blind monks from the submarine kingdom of Atlantis in the mid to late 60’s. I expect she’ll instagram it. Or perhaps she’s now on Vero too.