Now whilst we can’t claim credit for the nice ‘Live free or die’ text I just like how it sits between the dastardly duo of dangerous street artists slinging their paste all over the place. Who knows how long the wheatpastes lasted or whether they are, indeed, still up and visible. Next time we’re in the area we’ll have to check…
It’s said that most people have a skeleton or two in their closet – but I just wasn’t sure what mine were or even where the closet was. Whilst we were out doing some paste ups we came across a piece on Sclater Street by Skeleton Cardboard. After taking a couple of steps past the piece a thought jumped into my tiny mind; ‘That’s a big skeleton. We have something featuring skeletons on it. This seems like an ideal opportunity to get our skeleton out of the clost. Stop! It’s skeleton time!’
After approving of this train of thought we pulled up, located our skeleton wheatpaste and slapped it on the wall. Now there’s a few skeletons and they’re all out of the closet. In fact they are all very charming, chatty and willing to talk for as many hours as you’d engage them on just about any subject from the current state of the music industry (which somehow they seemed very clued up on) to the implications of harnessing solar energy for future missions to the edge of the galaxy (their knowledge on this subject left a little to be desired).
It would seem that Mupan has been caught out again and is looking slightly dejected. Word on the street is that he was framed up by some dodgy gangster types and has been left holding the bag, so to speak. Don’t be fooled though. Whilst he could, possibly, be technically innocent of whatever he’s supposed to have done in this particular instance I don’t doubt this is karma finally catching up with him. Maybe he’ll learn his lesson this time. Or maybe not. Knowing him he’ll squirm his way out of it somehow and come up smelling of roses. Much as I’d like to think so I’m sure this won’t be the last we’ll see of him…
Sometimes, even as the artist, the motivation behind a piece can be impossible to work out and sometimes it’s easy. Today’s piece is one of the easy ones. I’m not really sure if it needs any further explaining but i’ve got a bit of time on my hands so i’m going for it…
With the recent demise of international man of the masses, Nelson Mandela, I obviously kept hearing the word ‘Mandela’ being bandied around on TV. Combine this with the very similar sounding word ‘mandala’ and, hey presto!, you’ve got a Mandela mandala. A little bit of wheatpasting action later and it’s on the streets. Job done.
In the interests of keeping you informed we have a further update on Mupan and what he’s up to. Last time we saw him he was looking a little down in the dumps but I have it on good authority that he’s picked himself up, brushed himself off and is now back in business. Just what that business is I couldn’t guess but you can rest assured that it is something decidedly unsavoury.
Here it looks like he’s shouting loudly about ‘Art is trash’ but he’s actually making a fake phone call so he doesn’t look too dodgy hanging around on street corners in the East end as he’s just seen a couple of cop cars go by and he has to wait around in order to ‘meet with his man’. Hmmm, he’ll get himself into some serious trouble some day soon. You mark my words…
Since we last saw Mupan he seems to be a little unhappy. Not that I’m one to wallow in other people’s misery but I have to say it gladdens my heart (just a little) to know that someone has managed to take him down a peg or two. I’m not sure what he’s been getting involved with and I don’t much care but you can bet your bottom dollar it was something dodgy that has backfired on him.
The sad truth is that I know him well enough to know that this won’t last for long. He’s up and down like a yo-yo and I’m sure it won’t be too long before he’s back with another harebrained plan. I just know it…
Mupan may be diminutive in stature but don’t let his size fool you. The unscrupulous bugger has been spotted hanging around the East end again and, no doubt, up to his old tricks. I’m not sure if you’re up to date on what happened between us last time we crossed paths but needless to say it ended up costing me. Let’s just leave it at that.
I was hoping that’d be the last we’d see of him but, sure enough, here he is again – Bobby Big Potatoes – leaning against a wall and reading a paper seemingly without a care in the world. His big toothy grin should be enough to deter you but I’ll make it clear; If you do happen to come across this joker then steer well clear. He is not to be trifled with. You have been warned…
When we moved out of our old studio we found a hidden stash of various hand painted and/or screen printed posters we’d done over the years and thought we may as well make use of them so decided to paste them all rather haphazardly onto a table top we had lying around. And that was all that happened to the piece for the first few months of it’s creation. Then I was hit with a bolt of inspiration and decided to make the piece something of a retrospective given that it features about 30 old paste ups designs that would never have seen the light of day otherwise. With the addition of a bit of background work, the mini-me version of us balancing precariously whilst spraying our ‘Take it from the champs, graffiti is for chumps’ stencil (which was swiped from a 1980’s New York anti-graffiti slogan) and the ‘Meanwhile, in Brixton’ stencil and, hey presto, there you have it.
You’ve seen pretty much all we have to offer at the House of Pain(t) – but not quite everything. Today we have a round up of all the stuff that hasn’t fitted in elsewhere. We’ve got some wheatpastes, stencils, bits of cardboard and a bit of wall…
My least favourite bobbleheaded creature has to that stupid dog from the Churchill adverts. If i’m honest I’ve got little in the way of explanation for this piece or why he has what appears to be a bobblehead other than the wall was there and needed painting on. Not everything in this world can have a purpose…
Mupan flexing his muscles. Just a little.
Mupan has bigger muscles than you without even flexing. You know it and he knows it. Now on your way…
One too many
We all know the feeling (well, Team id-iom certainly does) of having just one drink too many in pursuit of a good time. The main problem is the more you drink the less self control you have – just when you need it most. Ah well, at least it’s the wekeend soon enough.
Strange Facts #11 Siegfried and Roy once stayed in the House of Pain(t) (back when it was a normal house) and their tigers stayed with them in the basement. This was a warning sign above the door. And the male tiger always wore a hat. And that’s a fact. Or at least that’s what i was told…
We’re a little late for Movember but this gentleman is not the kind of man who only has a moustache for a month. No, siree. His is a permanent fixture and he’s proud of it.
I never really read superhero stuff as a kid
The funny thing about this piece is that i did read superhero stuff as a kid. Ha! Hey, irony, try that one on for size! I have a huge treasure trove of comics stashed away at home, an almost encyclopaedic knowledge of comic trivia and have even worked at a comics publisher. So there. Anyway, i digress.
I’m not sure if you will have seen a film called Super (which i quite enjoyed – maybe i should start doing film reviews too?) but the girl in this picture reminds me of his female sidekick Boltie (played by Ellen Page).
I’m a mole and I live in a hole
How on earth this mole seems to be climbing out of a pot that wouldn’t even fit him in I have no clue. Suffice it to say the mole was sat in the basement and needed a new home before we moved out.
We’ve got one final wall to show in the next day or two then we’ll hopefully have some demolition porn and then the House of Pain(t) will be no more. We will also have the video that the guys from Spraying Bricks shot that should be out before Xmas and also a little video for posterity that we shot ourselves (when it’s finally all edited together). Bring on the next condemned building…
Below are previous articles from our House of Pain(t) series:
So we had a couple of fellow artists helping out somewhat with the redecoration at the House of Pain(t). We’ve already covered our attempts to finish up Perspicere‘s work in the thread room and now we’ve got a couple of pieces where we’ve done a little work with artist Agent Provocateur (who unfortunately has nothing to do with the lingerie company of the same name).
First up we have a beautifully placed reference to Hitchcock’s ‘Psycho‘ that I just couldn’t resist adding the blood splatter to. I think this is a top notch bit of placement and the ‘blood’ just really finishes it off. It really isn’t the kind of place you’d want to have a shower (even if the ceiling hadn’t caved in somewhat).
Eagle Eyed Herrods
Eagle Eyed Herrods (detail)
And then we have our eagle eyed wheatpaste which just seemed to fit nicely over AP’s ‘Herrods’ logo which was already on the wall.
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