With the end of lockdown now in sight, we can now start to start thinking about the future and that’s exactly what Margery here intended to do. Before she fell asleep all she could think of was holidays to far flung parts of the globe where she would be invited to urbane parties with exclusive guest lists where she was the guest of honour. She wasn’t yet sure why she was the guest of honour but that’s what she hoped to find out over the next night’s sleep.
Sadly that wasn’t the case. Instead of dreams of living the high life with the world’s elite, she had dreams that left her more exhausted than anything else. She found herself traipsing through clouds like the Care Bears but instead of frolicking in the sun she was chasing ducks but didn’t know why. It was all very confusing for her. On top of that, her teeth kept falling out and growing back every time the ducks would quack at her.
This seemed to go on for hours until at one point when she was within a couple of inches from grabbing a duck when her foot started to sink into the cloud she was walking on. Suddenly she fell through the cloud and was hurtling through the air towards the ever nearing earth. Just as she was about to hit the ground she woke up with a start, knocking the glass of water on her bedside table all over herself and her cat which proceeded to dash from the room clawing her leg viciously as it scarpered for safety. After looking at herself in the mirror and assessing the bags under her eyes and the damage done from the cat she wasn’t particularly looking forward to going back to sleep anytime soon…
Leporine lord of the shadows Barry the Bastard has once again crash landed in my life and decided to make my life a complete misery by invading my dreams and trashing the place.
Like a lot of these things it all started innocently enough. I was chatting to a friend on Zoom without realising they had their pet rabbit Mr Snugglebus on their lap and was I telling them about my well founded fear of rabbits when he hoisted the sneering rabbit into view and tried to tell me they were cute. That was my first mistake. The second was to think that Mr Snugglebus might keep his big trap shut. Now, I’m not calling Mr Snugglebus a grass but I’ve now had six consecutive nights of rabbit based nightmares featuring Barry. Sleep is my enemy. The Moon Rabbit is coming…
I think perhaps I need to get out more. This lockdown is getting to me…. It is A3 in size and made using the magic of one’s sleep deprived imagination, oil paint, paint pen and acrylic. Drop us a line if you’d like it to grace your walls…
After sleeping quietly in the corner of the studio for a couple of years it was time for Darren here to hit the streets. He’s been dreaming of busier times which have never quite materialised. Life is harsh Darren my friend…
He’s on plywood, was pretty tricky to produce and comes complete with lots of small nails and thread around the lettering. What on earth was I thinking? I can’t imagine what will become of him with all the sleeping he does but wish him all the best.
I think the title and the face says it all!! ‘They sleep we live’ is a mantra I’ve repeated to myself from time to time. Despite his pretend sad face you can see his smiling eyes emitting their intensive glare. There’s even a small bluebird of happiness in shot. What more could you want?
It’s A3 in size and is made using the magic of acrylic, spraypaint, stencils, screen printing and paint pen. Signed on reverse.
The Talented Dreamer was something of an odd commission because we had to come up with a picture based on a poem that was written for/about the commissioner whilst he was still at school many years ago (although it is still very fitting).
After ‘leaving it on the backburner for a while’ (i.e. not knowing what on earth i was going to do for this picture) I finally managed to come up with the design seen below featuring the full text of the poem. After getting it back from the framer there was the nervous moment of handing it over but thankfully it seemed to go down well and (as far as i’m aware) hangs in pride of place in his bedroom.
The Talented Dreamer by Michael A Miles
“He knew of all the things he could do
The wonderful, wonderful things he could do
His mind was filled with pictures too
Of all the wonderful things he could do
A jack of all trades and master of none
He never quite managed to get anything done
But there’s one thing he does with consummate ease
He does it so well it’s simply a breeze
He’s a truly great master of this it seems
With the wonderful talent of wonderful dreams”
You can click on the picture below to go to a larger image.