To occupy the time during lockdown Manana here has started taking suggestions off of the internet for what she should do to keep herself amused. She’s already completed Zelda on the Nintendo Switch, perfected the art of making croissants and somehow become an expert in the art of fly fishing although she hasn’t been near any open water since the start of January.
Today someone suggested she paint herself blue and post the results. I’m not quite sure what the person who suggested it gets out of it but Manana was game enough. The results speak for themselves. What on earth will tomorrow bring?
It is 37.5 cm x 37.5 cm on Bockingford paper and made using acrylic, spraypaint, paint pen and watercolour.
‘No, it’s more like fucking groundhog day!’ I hear you scream from behind your screens and I have to admit that’s a sentiment that I hold myself but sometimes those massive grey clouds clear from across your minds-eye and you start to see things with a new perspective.
With this picture, the clouds only parted long enough for me to finish it before those ……… thoughts started to creep back in So much so that I was poised with a spray can hovering across this piece ready to deface it because I no longer felt the sentiment it suggested. It’s all swings and roundabouts I suppose…
Please do as you’re told. If I’ve said it before I’ll say it again. Well, actually I’ve never said it before so instead, I’ll go for ‘if it’s nice say it twice’. So, please do as you’re told.
You might think this has something to do with the current pandemic and you could be right with the pithy advice and colourful rainbow but don’t let that fool you – this is solid advice that can be applied in a countless number of potentially troublesome scenarios from pets and children to house guests and co-workers. Just remember words have power so you’ve got to use them carefully or they run out of juice…
It is 42 x 42 cm and made using Spraypaint, acrylic and paint pen. Drip us a line if you are interested in having this beauty at home…
Hmmm… What can I say about this picture that it doesn’t already say for itself. I could try and describe my motivation but fear it would probably end up sounding like something from Reader’s Wives. Oh well, perhaps the following will fly…
The phrase comes courtesy of an overheard conversation whilst on a bus. I couldn’t tell you who had such overt desire or towards whom it was directed but I just couldn’t get the phrase out of my head. To cut a long imaginary story short I had a dream that night where loads of hands were grabbing me, much like when Sarah falls down the oubliette in 1986 musical fantasy film ‘Labyrinth’, but of course in my dream, it wasn’t quite as PG.
After waking with the half-forgotten dream quickly evaporating from my mind I jumped on to the nearest canvas to try to reclaim some of my increasingly slippery thoughts. You may wonder why. But personally I’d like to think ‘Why not?’
It is on a 1×1 m canvas and made using the magic of imagination, acrylic, spray paint and charcoal.
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!!
Sunbathing has a bit of a bad rap these days. Nowadays people are more likely to use fake tan than actually sunbathe. This could probably be put down to the scientific evidence that prolonged exposure to UV rays and sunshine can cause skin cancer which absolutely no one wants at all. Tamara here however was never one to worry about such things and revels in the sun’s glorious rays.
‘Scorching’ is painted on a found table top that I came home with after wombling my way back from the pub late one night. Given the weight of it I’m still not sure how I managed it back home with it all by myself but somehow I clearly did. After painting the portrait I felt it needed a little more so after a quick ferret around in the miscellaneous art supplies box I came up with a chisel of sorts and some lighter fluid. A little hard work and some flambe action and the burned lettering was done. Then it was onto the question of how to stick some real sand to it…
We here at id-iom are always striving to find new techniques to add that extra dimension to our artworks. To this end we decided to leave a piece of paper on the roof of the shed to see what kind of an effect entropy would have. It turns out she’s a harsh mistress. After enduring more rain, wind and shine than your average bit of art paper we have this decrepit specimen as our result. In all honesty we probably left it out to the elements for a tad too long but we weren’t far off getting the right kind of distress we were looking for. We’ll know better for next time. Onward and upward in the ever expanding search for knowledge…