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Start ’em young

In my experience it’s good to start them young. Hopefully this young whippersnapper will grow up to have some amazing can control if he’s starting out this young. The image is based on a photo I found on my phone of a friend’s kid looking longingly at the can of paint that I’d put on the table just within his grasp. The next shot I’ve got shows him playing with it (and don’t worry it didn’t actually have a cap on. I have added that for dramatic effect which I’m allowed to do as it’s my picture) but this is the one I like when he’s got that look of concentration like he’s working out what to do next…

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What does the fox say?

What does the fox say?

What does the fox say?

Well? What does the fox say? According to the viral hit song by Ylvis they make all kinds of nonsensical sounds and I don’t think that’s entirely fair. Take this fox for instance. He’s living in central London with his girlfriend, has a decent job, is erudite and urbane in all he does and actually has a pretty broad lexicon. He has no trouble expressing his thoughts clearly and with good diction. He can even do a pretty convincing Jamaican accent when he has to. Admittedly though here you’ve caught him just about to indulge in one of his favourite pastimes which is, perhaps, not quite so respectable. When darkness falls there’s nothing he likes to do more than ‘skipping’ or, as the Americans like to call it, ‘dumpster diving’. He’ll tear your bin bags to pieces just for the fun of it. And then perhaps compose a short poem about it afterwards. As is the life of the fox…

Anyway, the fox is a first attempt at doing my own cutouts using a jigsaw and I’m pleased to say I still have all my fingers. He’s been cut out of some MDF and comes complete with glowing LED eyes that just make him look badass come dusk. Until tragedy strikes cutouts are my new favourite thing…

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Punch Drunk

Punch Drunk

Punch Drunk

If you’ve ever seen The Wizard of Oz (and let’s face it, everybody has) you’ll surely remember the cowardly lion pretending he’s tough and raising his fists whilst challenging scarecrow and the tin man to ‘Put ’em up, Put ’em up!’ Well, it would appear this guy has the same problem apart from the fact he’s usually incredibly drunk and an all round nuisance. He’s even swaggering around wearing a crown. Of all the cheek. Someone ought to teach him a lesson…

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Title: Punch Drunk
Materials: Paint pen, acrylic, watercolour and charcoal
Size: A2

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Lady Sulina

Lady Sulina

Lady Sulina

It’s not very often that you get to paint a decent sized wall that’s only mere steps away from your front door but that exactly what happened this weekend. Whilst it seems everyone and their wife was in Birmingham for City of Colours we stayed very close to home and kept things real. There was a street party on the road where one half of id-iom lives and the lovely lady who arranges the party also managed to organise a wall for us as long as we kept it decent and saw to it that some of the local kids could get involved as well. Here at id-iom we believe you’re never too young to take up vandalism so jumped at the chance to give the little tykes a glimpse into the seedy underworld of the exterior redecoration specialist.

As the wall was mere moments away from both of our houses it was good to spend the day with all necessary conveniences close at hand. Including, of course, some speakers and chairs. It was a street party after all. After a few hours work with superb assistance from a number of local kids and adults it was time to try and make some finishing moves. The LED eye was installed and a few splashes of red were added before finally calling it a day and heading to the local hostelry for some well deserved refreshment…

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Semi Skimmed Bantha Milk

With the modest success of a few of our supermarket subversions recently my brain seems to have jumped onto the whole fake ad/culture jamming bandwagon and now it seems I can’t go to the shop without coming up with some new form of contrived nonsense. And today’s offering is a pretty good case in point.

A long time ago in a galaxy far away I was strutting the aisles of my local supermarket trying to locate something they undoubtedly didn’t have when my eye chances upon the full fat milk with the blue lid. And that was all I needed to connect blue and milk and come up with the blue milk from Star Wars called bantha milk. We even see Luke Skywalker pour himself a glass in Star Wars whilst he’s living with his aunt and uncle at their moisture farm in Tatooine.

That was all I needed in the way of a plan so went home and set to work. A couple of parsecs later and I had my label good to go – complete with interview with their sand person dairy farmer on Tatooine. All that was then required was a bottle of milk, some blue food dye and a fake price label and I was good to go.

I can already see the print and TV advertising that would go alongside this new miracle food with a tag line along the lines of “With a few glasses of semi-skimmed bantha in you a day you’ll be strong enough to pull the ears off a gundark in no time.” In fact, that’s given me an idea…

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King of the Corvidae

“It was not a job he wanted but, somehow, it was a job he’d got. He was standing on a small pile of rocks with a light morning breeze ruffling his feathers and gazing out over the sea of carnage in front of him. A magpie standing nearby was nervously recounting the events of the previous evening. His words came in staccato gasps ‘The seagulls came in the dead of night and attacked en masse. Everyone was exhausted from the feast of McDonalds. A couple of rooks managed to raise the alarm but it was already too late…’. The words washed over him while he slowly came to the realisation that he was now in charge. Tears could wait. It was time to show these gulls who ruled the airspace around here once and for all.”

If I had to write a story based on this picture I’m pretty sure that’s how it would start. An epic tale of urban avian skullduggery with more aerial combat, vicious peckings and egg smashings than any story has a right to contain. All conducted right above our heads on the busy London streets. I think maybe I just got up too early this morning…

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I love it here

As i’m sure we all know by now the path of true love never does run smooth. And today’s piece is something of a homage to that somewhat disturbing truism. In fact, today’s piece is largely about a love that has run it’s course and is now somewhat moribund. This is evident in the blue letters within the piece. I’m sure you can work it out. And all this just in time for Valentine’s day! What a treat for the one you (used to) love as it’s now on ebay:

And here’s the ebay link!

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Title: I love it here
Materials: Screen print, spray paint, stencils and paint pen
Size: A3 watercolour paper

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Something from the cellar

I was navigating the aisles of my local supermarket when, due to my girlfriend’s inability to make a quick decision, my eye was drawn to the flowery descriptions of some of their lower end wines. Phrases like ‘warming spice flavours’, ‘smooth finish’ and ‘floral notes’ seemed to litter the florid accounts of the wines’ supposed qualities. Now, it just so happens that wine is firmly on my banned substance list so I certainly wasn’t in the position to put these contrived claims to the test.

Instead I decided to get down with a bit of culture jamming and recreate the descriptions using my overactive imagination as a guide. I think what we’re left with is probably a more honest appraisal of the wine’s true character. I’d like to think these will go unnoticed by the staff until some eagle eyed customer decides to spoil my fun and brings it to their attention. Only time will tell…

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Error 404: Advert not found

With the somewhat gusty weather we’ve had recently this billboard has managed to peel itself naked. And that, of course, is quite the affront to any self-respecting urban artist. So with our woolen thinking caps pulled down firmly on to our respective heads, we came up with a quick joke on the idea of the advert not being there.

We presumed the matter to be time sensitive as we weren’t sure when the ad man would be back to shove more tasteless shots of half naked women down our gullet so quickly set to work cutting a stencil. This is probably the reason why its so small compared to the actual billboard or at least that’s the story we’re sticking to. It was definitely nothing to do with the fact it was measured ‘by eye’…

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