Now it could be said that Carola here has what some call Narcissistic personality disorder or what others and my personal favourite, call megalomania. It’s not that she exhibits all of the symptoms but she certainly shows some and that’s enough for her.
A grandiose sense of self-importance – CHECK
Preoccupation with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love – CHECK
Believing that they are “special” and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people – CHECK
Requiring excessive admiration – CHECK
A sense of entitlement – CHECK
Being interpersonally exploitative (taking advantage of others to achieve their own ends) – CHECK
Lacking empathy: unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others – CHECK
Often being envious of others or believing that others are envious of them – CHECK
Showing arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes -CHECK
Ok well it seems i might have misspoke. It seems Carola here is a full on Megalomaniac and from what I know of her very happy with the fact. In fact whilst she was posing for me all she could do was point at herself and quietly but persistently tell me to keep looking at her. As you can imagine this is quite difficult when you’re trying to sketch someone.
It is A4 in size and made using the magic of imagination, watercolour, acrylic, paint pen and ink. If you think she’s good enough to hang on your wall then get in touch…,
With the lockdown easing it’s now time for the government to introduce ‘bubbles’ – and no, we’re not talking Michael Jackon’s reanimated chimpanzee.
Bubbles are defined as a group of people with whom you can have close physical contact. From Saturday, in England, single adults living alone – or single parents whose children are under 18 – can form a support bubble with one other household.
Now if you think this seems that the government are legitimising what the Dutch call a ‘seksbuddy’ then I think we’re on the same page. The other half of id-iom is always a little suspect when I paint nudes. He usually says the image has little meaning other than the pornographic and because of this I have loads of sketches of nudes. Only when I can shoehorn it into a good write up does it ever get past editorial and here is the government just dropping it in my lap. Not really sure why i chose watercolour as the medium for this one, i’m not particularly adept at using it. Practise makes perfect I suppose.
It is A4 in size and made using the magic of imagination, watercolour and pencil
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.
What do you do when your only goal in life is to join the Army but for some reason or other they just won’t let you in? What he was actually after was to be able to wear camouflage without everyone taking the mickey out of him. Whether he dons desert, arctic, forest or urban camo he just can’t get a break and people ridicule him for his obsession. What is a man meant to do when all he wants is to wear camo?
Well you could do what Tony here did and progress from just wearing camouflage to becoming camouflage. Tony became so good at it he would just melt in to his surroundings so no one could see him at all. ‘So how did you manage to paint him?’ I hear you ask. Well, let me tell you. I was in the studio playing around with some watercolours when out of the corner of my eye I was sure I saw something move. I know a thing or two about and the game of hide and seek and having had an exorcism just one week previously I knew it wasn’t a ghost. I did the only thing I knew which was to stay impossibly still and play the waiting game with this sucker. After almost 4 hours the game was mine due to Tony blinking whilst i was staring at the wall in front of me. Artistic super powers of observation for the win.
It is A4 is size and made using the magic of watercolour and charcoal drop us a line if interested.
If you are of a certain age then the classic adage of ‘Big fish, little fish, cardboard box’ will need little explaining. For those of you new to class let me enlighten you. Instead of trying to explain it myself I’ll use the words of an anonymous blogger on the internet:
It is a jokey term about the type of dancing that used to happen at raves.
Big fish, little fish means you hold your hands out in front of you as though you were a fisherman demonstrating the size of a fish. Big fish (hands far apart) little fish (hands closer together). Cardboard box is then moving your hands to a position as though you were supporting a box underneath with one hand, and had another hand on its lid.
These movements are completed abruptly and jerkily.
Peter here used to work for the council maintaining the parks and green spaces. He was good at his job and stuck at it for 22 years until the council streamlined their financing and outsourced park maintenance to a private company. After a lengthy period of unemployment Peter now grows what is undoubtedly the finest cannabis in the Rhondda Valley. Hooray for Peter!
Our portrait of Potfingered Pete makes him look a little sinister but then for the last few years he’s lived by the motto ‘old age and treachery beats youth and exuberance’ and who’s to say he’s wrong. On A4 and made using the magic of watercolour, acrylic and pencil. Drop us a line if interested…
It’s funny that because this picture is on a sheet of A4 paper you don’t really get an impression of size of the subject. The person this picture is based on is actually a giant at well over 70 metres tall. But that doesn’t come across well in the picture. Maybe I should have added some smaller things in by way of perspective but that’s never been my strong point and I fear I would have made it all just look a bit odd. Suffice it to say that he eats cows whole when he wants a burger and drinks beer by the bathtub full. The clue is actually in the title as he’s called ‘little’ boy blue in that particularly British way of giving someone a name that is somewhat opposite to their obvious attributes. Like calling a short man ‘lofty’ or a man mountain ‘tiny’. Either way I’m not entirely sure of what to say other than if you come across him it pays to be nice before he decides to use you in a sandwich…
Hmmmm…. This chap looks uncannily like one half of id-iom. And it would appear he’s just been shot in the chest whilst walking down the street drinking some beer. Like, OMG dude! But don’t worry. He’s an actor. Nobody was injured in the making of this piece. It’s all done with explosive squibs and fake blood. It just looks eerily convincing.
This is, in fact, just an artists’ impression of a scene from the upcoming biopic ‘When we ruled the world’ about the tumultuous and sometimes fiery relationship between the two members of id-iom which is slated for international release in 2015.
Title: Blown Away Media: Watercolour, stencils, spraypaint and paint pen Size: A3 Please email if interested
Even the NSA didn’t see this one coming. With the world in turmoil the cats have been talking and they’ve decided it’s time to make their move. Their dark motives are obscured behind a cute and fluffy visage – but don’t be fooled. They are taking over in their tiny nuclear powered tanks and they aren’t taking no for an answer. I for one welcome our new feline overlords…
Title: All your base are belong to us…
Materials: Watercolour, spray paint, stencil and a green felt tip pen!
The centaur lady in this piece looks a little unnerved as she rears up with her WWI era helmet on. The text reads ‘The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth’.
I’ve been trying to write this for a while and that’s currently the best i’ve got. Which is far below the usual lacklustre standard of my posts. Sometimes it’s easy to do the write ups that accompany our pieces and some days it’s like pulling teeth. Unfortunately today is proving to be one of the difficult days. Do you know what? I give up.
Title: The horse stares…
Materials: Watercolour, spray paint, stencil and an orange felt tip pen!