Gary was just like you and me until the day he accidentally wandered through a field of genetically modified flowers and became ‘Nosegay’ with the ability to grow the most amazing alien-looking bouquets of flowers right from his fingertips. Now, whilst this wasn’t very helpful when it came to fighting supervillains it did give him a certain celebrity appeal. Which he revelled in. His client list was quite something to behold.
Despite this, his newfound wealth, and his access to jaw droppingly beautiful women he had repeatedly failed to impress any of them into going on a date with him. He imagined it was because he was ‘vertically challenged’ but in reality it was because he was arrogant and boring. Sadly he’d never have the insight to realise it…
This piece is based on an old sketch and is on a big bit of reclaimed canvas that was originally about 5 metres wide but had to be cut down into a slightly more manageable size. Which wasn’t really manageable at all. It’s now been rolled up so long that it’s no longer really viable as an actual canvas. Why I did it so large in the first place I’m not quite sure.
Perhaps I’ll go and grab a smaller canvas and paint it again. That would mean that I have to take myself to the art shop though which is never an action to take lightly as who knows what I’ll come back with.
In our ongoing series of superheroes doing mundane things here we have Fuego Fire – the Scottish Highlands answer to Human Torch from the Fantastic Four. Here we see him enjoying a much needed weekend off spent pottering around the Chelsea Flower Show. Up in Glasgow there isn’t much of that sort of thing so for Fuego it’s a rare treat. You might be wondering why Fuego would wear his uniform when having a weekend off in London and it’s because when he’s not in costume people regularly mistake him for Scottish actor and impressionist Stanley Baxter This is never a problem when he’s in Scotland but anywhere else it’s just a nightmare…
It is A2 in size and made using Acrylic, pencil and oil pastel.
As a casual viewer of artworks on the internet in this information age I’m pretty sure you’re going to tell me that i’ve drawn this lady with too many arms. In fact you are ‘limbprecise’, to use a portmanteau I’ve just coined although I’m sure you can gleam the meaning. Less of the semantics and more of the story though.
Marigold lived for many years in a genuine mad scientist’s laboratory – which is where the extra limbs come from. The mad scientist had always admired Dr Otto Gunther Octavius (or Doctor Octopus as he’s more commonly known) from when he was read comics as a child and always thought that a set of extra arms would make life so much easier.
So why give the arms to Marigold I hear you ask? There’s a simple answer for this. He only ever managed to grow two sets of arms, one set grew to be big and strong but the other never really grew properly and stayed a bit scrawny. This just wouldn’t do as he wanted the biggest, baddest arms of any mad scientist. Anyway after a few years the two sets were all he could come up with, so he thought he might as well use them. He’s now trying to figure out what to with all the legs he’s grown and has lying around the lab. Maybe create a wall crawling human spider? No, that would never work…
One day Felicity Flamur was sat on a park bench eating her lunch and minding her own business when she managed to eat a radioactive cress seed in her egg and cress sandwich. The next morning she looked in the mirror and realised she had shrubbery for hair and had acquired some plant based superpowers. She should probably have just sued Tesco and moved on with her life but instead she now fights injustice wheresoever she may find it. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find her… maybe you can hire Cress Head.
As we were moving all our stuff out of the House of Pain(t) we came across a few stencils that had been cut and then promptly disappeared under a box of stuff only to reappear whilst we were packing our studio and materials away. It’s clearly bad form to bother to cut a stencil and then not even test-spray it so we decided to remedy that straight away by spraying it on one of the windows.
I can’t remember what exactly I was going to use this superhero lady for but all I can remember is that I’d christened her ‘Feminax’ (as it said so on the stencil) and, as it turned out, had forgotten to do a colour layer for her underwear so have decided that she, like the Invisible Woman (from the Fantastic Four), has the ability to make her crotch area invisible. I’m not entirely sure what practical use this would have but then not all superpowers have to be useful. And she could probably find work in the adult entertainment industry if she ever gave up being a super heroine.
I do actually have a photo of her male counterpart, Claymore, who’s some kind of alien but it’s of such poor quality (the camera was having a hard time handling the contrast between the dark room and the bright outside) that I think that he probably won’t see the light of day…
Even heroes need some assistance every once in a while and this guy is no different. I’ll admit he doesn’t look like much of a hero but then again who does unless you run around in skin-tight spandex and/or have a magical assortment of wonderful gadgets and gizmos. This fella is more of your everday hero and he saved a cat from a tree last Thursday and didn’t even tell anyone about it. That’s just how he rolls.
It just so happened I was walking past and saw the brave deed taking place in front of my very eyes. I asked if I could take his photo but he politely declined so I had to recreate him from memory and as you can probably guess it was his smile that stood out. No selfless act should go unpublished…
Everyone likes a drink every now and then – even superheroes. Unfortunately he’s got a little emotional after one too many…
It’s based on a plaster cast of my hand and head – see here for the very messy head cast process. After a bit of work with some spraypaint, ink and marker pens we had something to work with in the park…
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