The other day we were doing a graffiti workshop where people were spray painting skateboard decks. To facilitate this we brought out our big bags of random stencils that we have cultivated over the years. As we were sorting them out before the workshop we came across two pieces stuck together. After a little needling, some swearing and the application of careful hands we managed to extract this thing of beauty from in between them. Two become one, as the Spice Girls famously sang.
Although it is now pretty much useless as a working stencil I think it would look good framed but then what do I know?
Now i’m sure we’ve all heard of the term ‘Golden Girl’ usually referring to a young woman who has become unusually successful at an early age or a favored youth, held in high esteem by others, and for whom there are high hopes. This golden girl’s name is actually Auram but prefers to go by ‘Dawn’. She has her own very successful range of ‘Golden Dawn’ cosmetics.
She is attempting to parlay this success into re-establishing the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, an organization devoted to the study and practice of the occult, metaphysics, and paranormal activities during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Mainly because her great grandfather was one of the original founders. In my opinion it’s not the best reason to bring back a magical society in 2019, especially with all the success of Harry Potter. That said she’s the golden girl and not me…
It is A2 in size and made using spray paint, acrylic, paint pen and charcoal.
Tabitha has always wanted a rich boyfriend and a fancy house and she’s now finally achieved her goals. Just look at her face. She’s always been a little hoity toity but now she’s like the cat that got to swim in the cream. The things she’s had to do to get to this position however consists of a very long list of things she’s unlikely to ever talk about. Things your average person wouldn’t ever consider doing. Especially for such material gains as a rich boyfriend and a nice house. But Tabitha has other plans…
It’s made using imagination, spray paint, oil pastel, ripped paper and acrylic on A2 paper.
Oksana here has the ability to make anyone sneeze with but a twinkle of her eye. Much like the photic sneeze reflex – a reflex condition that causes sneezing in response to stimuli such as bright lights. It’s not entirely clear how she came by this ability although there are some rumours involving a mad chemistry teacher called Mr Atkins, a talking mongoose called Gef and book that one of them found in a box marked do not open.
The whole thing would seem a little far fetched except a lot of people seem to die around her. Much like Jessica Fletcher from Murder She Wrote but without the old lady sleuthing. The deaths are always amusingly different but most autopsies seem to indicate that they could have been convulsing prior to their supposed ‘accident’. Much like if you were sneezing increasingly quickly and violently. But then again I’ve got an overactive imagination.
Probably best if I don’t share my suspicions with her…
She’s on A2 and made using a healthy dose of imagination, spray paint, acrylic, paint pen and charcoal.
Sometimes life gives you lemons and all you can do is cry and hope for a better day. I think this may be that day. I had a write up of sorts in mind for this piece and then stupidly asked the other half of id-iom if he had any ideas. Now I can’t think of anything but Nick Berry and Stefan Dennis being pop stars.
He suggested looking up ‘Every Loser Wins’ which, incredulously, was no. 1 for 3 weeks in 1986. It’s an early example of cross marketing whereby it featured in Eastenders and then went to no. 1 in real life. It’s also dreadful.
This led me down the youtube rabbit hole and before you know it I’m listening to Stefan Dennis’ ‘Don’t it make you feel good’ and he’s really channeling a working man’s David Hasselhoff vibe. It’s a better song but I think I need a lie down all the same. You can make what you want of this piece but don’t go looking up ‘Every Loser Wins’ or ‘Don’t it make you feel good’. You have been warned.
She’s on A2 and made using spray paint, acrylic and paint pen
It’s funny how thing often come full circle. When I was a young whippersnapper I wrote a very short story about a seahorse called Cyril and his family. This was duly put away and then rediscovered in the attic many years later. Much hilarity ensued at my juvenile storytelling abilities but it got me thinking. What exactly would Cyril and his family be up to now?
In this piece we can see Cyril’s previously unnamed son, Marcus. He’s had a few holiday jobs growing up including an interesting stint at Blockbuster Video but now though he’s a seaman on a fake navy vessel called the Scubatuinne (“Wave sweeper”) that hosts parties for bored and very rich housewives. He mostly just serves champagne and hors d’oeuvres whilst the boat goes up and down whichever stretch of waterway that a customer has chosen for their few hours of ‘fun’.
He can’t say he’s particularly happy with his station but he’s hoping it’s a stepping stone. The job he’s really looking for is to one day be captain of his own vessel. Cyril and his mum would be so proud if he could manage that.
It is on a 1×1 m canvas and made using the magic of imagination, acrylic, spray paint, paint pen and glow in the dark resin. As Marcus works on an imaginary party boat I thought it only fair to add a little phosphorescent glow to the piece as a nod to the bioluminescence of the sea and the kind of party boat he works on. Drop us a line if you’re interested in giving Marcus a new home.
As Patricia stood staring into the abyss that was her life all she could think about was the good times when there were things to be thankful for, when there was colour in her life. Sadly those times are no more as she recently got diagnosed with complete colour blindness after watching too much Piers Morgan on Good Morning Britain. Now she sees the world in greyscale. Not just that but she also has cataracts which is making her eyesight blurry.
Nowadays Patricia just sits trying to remember the kaleidoscope of colours that once permeated her vision but to no avail. Sometimes she feels like her vision is improving and that she can see the blue in the sky but she now realises that this is just a precursor to a migraine that she will invariably have for a day or two.
Due to this Patricia is now considering a career as an art critic because she feels she’s bitter enough thanks to her incredibly poor eyesight which she feels will serve her well in this new profession. She asked if she could have a look at the picture once I was done. I won’t be doing that again…