To calm her down I offered her a drink which she excepted but to everyone’s dismay, she ordered a flaming Sambuca. No one was quite sure what she was going to do with it and we weren’t disappointed. She downed it in one and there in front of us the light orange glow of flames started to lick around her body once again. No one was quite sure but as she said her thanks she again started to strut down the street with smoke starting to billow around her, this was when I decided to take a mental picture so that I could try and paint her sometime in the next week.
There I was just last Friday having a few celebratory drinks in the pub due to the fact that another week had come to a close. When this woman comes sashaying past naked, literally on fire and without a care in the world. Now as I’m sure you’d agree this sent most of the patrons reeling, downing their pints and running off down the street. The more chivalrous of the group decided that instead of drinking their pints they would throw their drinks at the lady, thinking they were helping her out in some way but all that seemed to do was make the lady angry.
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!!
Sally here is an old fashioned girl and she believes the new generation of so called ‘millenials’ are just not making mayhem like they used to. In her youth Sally would think nothing of stripping off and having a water fight in the garden with her flatmates. These days that would either get you arrested or make you an unintentional viral star within a matter of minutes. That’s all I’ve got for today.
As seems to be the case I couldn’t decide whether I was looking for a more minimal black and white version or something with a bit more colour so decided to do both. I now know which I prefer but is there a consensus on which is preferable? There’s bonus points on offer if you can tell me where the original image was appropriated from…
Imagine the scene with me in the back garden in my speedos trying to grab a few of those sun’s precious rays. Of course as you can imagine i was mildly minding my own business but i have to admit it was incredibly difficult with what can be only described as a extremely loud wailing noise coming from the next garden. At first i thought it might be a pole cat and a mongoose making sweet sweet inter species love, then i thought it could be a jet engine starting up but i just didn’t think the neighbours were that proficient at engineering, then i thought it could be a cartload of howlwer monkeys having a business meeting but that just didn’t ring true either. So putting on my neighbourhood watch waistcoat i decided to investigate. Peeking over the fence i noticed a lone lady sat on a sun lounger crying all by herself. How could such a thing make such an incredible noise i thought to myself whilst trying to get her attention. Eventually i did manage to grab her attention but that was only after i had thrown a bit of my beer at her. Startled she looked around at me but just kept on crying. I tried to console her from over the garden fence but to no avail so i did the only thing i could do, i went and grabbed my watercolours and set about painting her. After i had finished i threw the picture to her side of the garden where she didn’t even look at it but just carried on weeping to herself. Anyway after that i got bored, left the house and went down the pub. She was still wailing when i left and i’m still not sure why.
We were invited up to the suitably swanky Hill House in Norfolk to adorn their already impeccably adorned walls with some large scale outdoor id-iom artwork. Given that Hill House is often hired out for parties and events we thought we’d try and come up with something suitable and ‘In vino veritas, in aqua sanitas’ is the result.
The Latin phrase translates as ‘In wine there is truth, in water there is health’ and it is a sentiment of which id-iom and, I’d like to think, Hill House itself approves. The table tennis table in the same outdoor space was looking a little worse for wear so we decided to give that a little makeover too in order to match the newly minted mural. The place was lovely, the weather was great and the staff (when we saw them) were equally so. It was all work though as being artists-in-residence for the week left ample time to stroll the grounds with a shandy in hand examining the very many cute bunny rabbits that also shared the garden dispensing nuggets of truth…
When Freddy and Freda arrive at any party the host should be very wary. Just last weekend these two dolts managed to gain entry into a friend’s house during a little get together he was having with a few friends including Jeffery Archer, Ant McPartlin, Theresa May and Sir Asmund Quayle to name but a few.
Whilst the host was otherwise engaged with some hor d’oeuvres in the kitchen Freddy and Freda managed to get into a game of Slap, Tickle, Punch with the Prime Minister, McPartlin and that exuberant cad Sir Asmund Quayle. Now if there is ever two people not to consider having a game of Slap, Tickle, Punch with it would be Freddy and Freda. Needless to say it ended predictably with a couple of bruised faces and a late night visit to A&E but, as you can see, Freddy and Freda were happy with the result.
It is A3 in size and made using acrylic, charcoal, paint pen and spray paint. drop us a line if interested.
She had it from birth and she always felt it. She was id-ridden and the ego and super ego could do nothing about it. She was a mass of instinctive drives and impulses that needed immediate satisfaction or else bad things would happen and she had no way of stopping it.
We here at id-iom though know exactly how to deal with an out of control id, in fact it’s how we spend most of our days – battling the id in front of a canvas, wall or computer screen. Once we’d convinced her all she needed was our patented transcendental meditation course (only £5999!) she was good to go. Now she’s a harmonious and productive member of society. And you can be too. Just drop us a line…
It is A4 in size and made using the magic of acrylic and paint pens.