Roman poet Virgil, writing way back in 38 BC, wrote ‘Omnia vincit amor et nos cedars amori’ which I’m sure we’re all aware translates as ‘Love conquers all; let us too, yield to love’. Which is a lovely sentiment so we ‘borrowed’ it. We’ve decided to go with the punchier, truncated version of ‘Omnia vincit amor’ and have left it in its original latin because quotes always sound classier in latin.
That’s about all you’re getting by way of explanation for today’s piece. Quite why the lady is in purple is for us to know and you to find out however. We can’t just spoon feed you everything…
She’s A2 in size and made using the magic of acrylic, spray paint and paint pen. If you’d like this mysterious lady and her ancient quote to adorn your wall just drop us a line or you may find her on our Big Cartel page some time soon.
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…,
Eva had quite a different lockdown to the rest of us. Rather than just collect her furlough money and play Xbox for months she decided to better herself. Through some decidedly dodgy forums she found a place in Russia that would help you to improve your mental skills in 3 months or your money back. And we’re not talking Sudoku or crosswords here we’re talking telepathy, psionic abilities and telekinesis.
Now she could move objects with her mind and bend others to her will and she was really quite looking forward to her upcoming chat with her boss about pay and a possible promotion…
In reality Eva has been languishing in development hell for the last 3 years. She was started and never completed until recently the Muse gave me the nod to get this Eva finished. The application of some gold, some wavy black lines and some carefully placed splodges of black ink was all it took but I’ve found it’s better not to rush these things.
Positive social interactions (or PSI’s) are the little moments that can turn a bad day good or just plain put a smile on your face. They can be as simple as a smile or a ‘thank you’ but their effect can really bring about a change in mood. Their polar opposite – negative social interactions (or, you’ve guessed it, NSI’s) can bring about a catastrophic effect on performance when daisy-chained one after another. But we aren’t talking about those today…
The lady in this piece understands the rule of the PSI’s and she’s harnessing it to full effect. She’s beaming her best smile straight at you and don’t you just feel good about it? Positive affirmations are what it’s all about and this girl is giving you them by the bucket load. What’s not to like?
She’s on a 60x40cm canvas and was produced as a commission. Hopefully she enjoys her new home…
Some pictures are easy to release into the wild and some are reluctant to ever leave the studio. This piece was very much in the latter. I think it had been lurking in the studio for close to 5 years before finally becoming confident enough to leave. That said it didn’t leave under its own steam, it only left because a collector had popped into the studio for a look-see and a chat when she spied this beauty lurking in the corner waiting for it’s time to shine and that time was now. What the picture and we here at id-iom learnt from this… Good things come to those who wait!
Emily wouldn’t call herself trouble exactly but she does seem to get herself in quite a bit of mischief on a somewhat regular basis. Her Germanic father called her ‘Mein sorgenkind’ (‘my problem child’ for those that aren’t fluent in German) from an early age and it had stuck.
It’s not that her parents don’t love Emily; she just makes life difficult more often than not. Just the other day, they were out walking the dog when she somehow got into a situation where she gambled that her sausage dog would win in a race against an italian greyhound. Winner takes all. They are now, surprisingly, the owners of two small dogs. It was a good race though.
The straw that broke the camel’s back however was when Emily managed to set fire to a swimming pool with the excessive use of a napalm-like substance she created from watching videos on Tik Tok. So now not only has she been banned by all the big social media companies but her phone has been confiscated and she’s being shown the art of flower arranging by her mum. What’s the worst that could happen??
Mein Sorgenkind is made using acrylic, charcoal, spray paint and is A2 in size. Drop us a line if you want to give Emily a good home. To be fair she’s getting under our feet a little here…
With the end of lockdown now in sight, we can now start to start thinking about the future and that’s exactly what Margery here intended to do. Before she fell asleep all she could think of was holidays to far flung parts of the globe where she would be invited to urbane parties with exclusive guest lists where she was the guest of honour. She wasn’t yet sure why she was the guest of honour but that’s what she hoped to find out over the next night’s sleep.
Sadly that wasn’t the case. Instead of dreams of living the high life with the world’s elite, she had dreams that left her more exhausted than anything else. She found herself traipsing through clouds like the Care Bears but instead of frolicking in the sun she was chasing ducks but didn’t know why. It was all very confusing for her. On top of that, her teeth kept falling out and growing back every time the ducks would quack at her.
This seemed to go on for hours until at one point when she was within a couple of inches from grabbing a duck when her foot started to sink into the cloud she was walking on. Suddenly she fell through the cloud and was hurtling through the air towards the ever nearing earth. Just as she was about to hit the ground she woke up with a start, knocking the glass of water on her bedside table all over herself and her cat which proceeded to dash from the room clawing her leg viciously as it scarpered for safety. After looking at herself in the mirror and assessing the bags under her eyes and the damage done from the cat she wasn’t particularly looking forward to going back to sleep anytime soon…
Our first mural of 2021 has been a long time coming but a couple of days ago the clouds parted long enough for the sun to briefly pop its head out to say hello. That cheery greeting was enough for us to put on our painting jackets and get outside for a bit of freestyle al fresco painting.
We’d recently given the wall a spa day in preparation for mural season and stripped her back to her under layers but we’d stopped short of giving her a new coat of white because we both agreed the wall looked pretty cool as it was. A free background if you will. Time to put it to use.
All we had to start with was the basic stencil of the woman and after a fair bit of hoohah about what exactly we were doing we ended up with is the lady with the copper earrings here. She looks like she knows stuff she’s not going to tell you. And that’s most certainly the case. You just don’t have the correct security clearances.
In the post-apocalyptic landscape of discarded digital art and unfinished 3D models Janine moved unnoticed in the shadows and had survived five update cycles now by feasting on the binary code of unsuspecting half finished designs. She wondered how she would ever get out of development hell. She had tried everything she could think of – from corrupting her own code to impersonating another file format – with no success. Then, early one morning, BAM! It happened. She had been minted. Finally. She could now progress her plans once they hooked her up to the blockchain…
This morning i just couldn’t think of anything clever or amusing for the write up for this piece, so whilst racking my brain I thought i’d have a quick trawl of the interweb to see if i could find any inspiration. It wasn’t looking great until I came across an article about google’s new poetry AI and that’s when things started to fall into place. So instead of some well thought out prose I give you some poetry created by a computer after a little nudge in the right direction by myself. I hope you enjoy:
Psychology of Pink
First I fell into an idle bed;
Drowning all a feeling with a think
To breathe those flowers upon my head.
Psychology of blue
He knew that an artist, an marked school,
Brought on its heart, like the distant dew
As if a dog I might paint a fool?
Now if that doesn’t strike a chord i’m pretty sure you are dead inside…