A fool’s errand is a task or activity that has no hope of success. A fool is a person who acts unwisely or imprudently; a silly person or a jester or clown, especially one retained in a royal or noble household.
Isot Maddrell wasn’t entirely sure if it was just her or if everybody got treated like this. She was fresh out of school and had only had a few small jobs but it seemed to happen every time.
When she was working part time at the pizzeria her boss would send her to the fridge to look for things that didn’t exist, like the dough repair kit, then burst out laughing when she’d come back empty handed. When her dad managed to wangle her a junior role in a very well known Michelin starred restaurant the head chef there delighted in asking her to fetch the souffle pump. In all fairness Isot was a hard worker and was really just trying to be helpful but her bosses always left her feeling like she was the butt of the joke.
That was until the day she decided that working for other people was just another form of indentured servitude. She is now a famous international artist known for her many idiosnycratic works such as Glass Hammer (2011), Can of Steam (2012), Dough repair kit (2012), tin of tartan paint (2013), sound powered phone batteries (2016) and Brick bender (2015). ‘Who’s the fool now?’ Isot chuckles to herself as she spends yet another weekend in San Tropez…
Recently my washing machine broke down so I had to use the local laundrette to wash my clothes. Never having used one before I wasn’t really sure what to expect but I’m certainly sure that what I did witness was not what you would call the norm.
When I walked in a couldn’t see a soul until I walked around the first bank of machines, to my surprise I caught this lady sitting on a washing machine writhing about, legs akimbo, whimpering to herself. My first thought was this was some reenactment of the famous scene from ‘When Harry met Sally’ but as I looked closer I could see the tail of some small rodent sticking out the bottom of her trouser leg. To say I was shocked would be an understatement, I dropped my washing and ran as fast as my legs could take me from the place and left her to deal with the situation herself. Now I know it’s not the most chivalrous response one could have but I just felt the fact that I was wearing shorts was enough of a reason to high tail it out of there in case it came at me with its pointed snout, small rounded ears and pink scaly tail. I certainly wasn’t going to be caught in this little fellas well thought out trap…
Hmmm… What can I say about this picture that it doesn’t already say for itself. I could try and describe my motivation but fear it would probably end up sounding like something from Reader’s Wives. Oh well, perhaps the following will fly…
The phrase comes courtesy of an overheard conversation whilst on a bus. I couldn’t tell you who had such overt desire or towards whom it was directed but I just couldn’t get the phrase out of my head. To cut a long imaginary story short I had a dream that night where loads of hands were grabbing me, much like when Sarah falls down the oubliette in 1986 musical fantasy film ‘Labyrinth’, but of course in my dream, it wasn’t quite as PG.
After waking with the half-forgotten dream quickly evaporating from my mind I jumped on to the nearest canvas to try to reclaim some of my increasingly slippery thoughts. You may wonder why. But personally I’d like to think ‘Why not?’
It is on a 1×1 m canvas and made using the magic of imagination, acrylic, spray paint and charcoal.
HAVE YOU SEEN SANDRA’S CLOTHES? Sorry to shout but it is fairly imperative that she finds them fairly quickly. It all started innocently enough but now Sandra’s naked and covered in blue glitter and can’t find her dress. All I can say is that if someone offers to play Sapphire Snap with you then it’s best to know what you’re getting into when you agree…
When the hot days get to much, what are the options? Climb into a freezer, book a one way ticket to the Antarctic, jump into a swimming pool or alternatively like this lady, do nothing and spontaneously combust.
For option one you would need a serial killer’s size freezer. For option two you would need to either stow away on a military plane or alternatively get a job at a science outpost. Option three is probably the most achievable but probably the one lacking the most danger. Option four seems the most out of the box solution and I’m not condoning her practises but i have to say she rolled with it amazingly and looked like she was enjoying herself immensely.
I’d consider putting her out but can already feel the heat from the flames. I figure she’ll either be okay or not. It’s probably just a special effect no?
I think the title says it
all. My only excuse was that I was working late in the studio, I didn’t
have my bifocals on and I was hungry. With everywhere closed nearby I
had a look around the studio and found a sandwich the other half of
id-iom had left earlier in the day before he had run out of the studio
screaming. That should have been enough of a sign but alas I was hard at
work and hungry.
I obviously ate the sandwich, the next thing I know is that I’m tripping out of my head. It’s probably best not to get into what I did during those few hours but I did manage to leave this behind which I only found after returning to the studio days later.
Sadly I still haven’t found the other half of id-iom but I do keep hearing reports that there is a paint covered man running around Brixton talking about a new colour he has come up with.
Let’s just hope he can recreate it when he gets back to the studio
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.