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Mr Voodoo does Mardi Gras!

With the temperatures hitting sub zero and the nights somehow still drawing in we decided the remedy was to brighten things up a bit and make our second Christmas wall at sportswear shop ‘Forty Five’ about as full colour as we could go. So we decided to hit the Mardi Gras theme and go for Mr. Voodoo in his Mardi Gras mask enjoying some bodyrocking sounds as the carnival gets into full swing. I’ve never been to Mardi Gras so am having a hard time imagining exactly what kind of tunes he’d be getting down to but they’re definitely party tunes and his mojo is surely rising…

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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past

This picture came about via a commission but eventually they didn’t choose this design and went for something entirely different. As I always liked this one however I thought I’d go ahead and paint it up anyway. I wouldn’t usually do this as designs that have been done for a particular commission are usually discarded or partially recycled because they had there time to shine and didn’t quite make the grade. This one though managed to pass muster though although i’m not really sure why.

This old soldier has the right idea though:

‘Fear not for the future,

weep not for the past,

From ‘The Revolt of Islam’ by Shelley

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Title: Fear not for the future, weep not for the past
Materials: Paint pen, acrylicr, spray paint, glitter and charcoal
Size: A2
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Lust has no Money

Lust has no Money

Lust has no Money

Love has all the money. Lust has no money but then again she doesn’t need any. Here she looks like a masked avenger but her saucy XXX attitude is hard to ignore whatever she looks like. She’s a primal emotion understood by most and doesn’t require hard currency. Although that said she knows where most of the bodies are buried and wouldn’t be short of a few quid if push came to shove…

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id-iom

Title: Lust has no Money
Materials: Acrylic, spray paint and paint pen
Size: A2
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A portrait of the artist as a young man

Well our time in the House of Pain(t) has finally drawn to a close and the demolition crew have already moved in. Apparently they’ve done whatever internal work they needed to do and the place will start tumbling to the ground later today. We should hopefully have some pics we can show before too long too and I wouldn’t mind collecting a memento or two if we can while we are at it…

Anyway, onto today’s piece ‘A portrait of the artist as a young man’. I have clearly stolen the title from the James Joyce novel of the same name. That’s probably where the similarities begin and end. It’s based on a photograph of me taken a couple of years ago and features me giving a big thumbs up whilst wearing my best winning smile. I think the fact that my smile is obscured behind the respirator I’m wearing just goes to make me look that bit more enigmatic. Either that or vacant. I’m not really sure which.

I think after today there’s only the panorama to reveal from this room then a couple more bits and we’re all done. Oh well, onwards and upwards…

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And love to no one…

And love to no one...

And love to no one…

There I was sorting through the attic last bank holiday when I found an old box containing old photos and other such ephemera belonging to my long lost second uncle twice removed. Needless to say we knew little about him until we found this box and could not work out how on earth it ended up in the attic. In fact we’re not even sure he is even our second uncle twice removed…

The box contained some photos of the man in question taken whilst travelling the world (but I won’t bore you with them now as they are every bit as dull as your own holiday snaps), some letters which I might one day reveal (but they are a little saucy for your average reader as he was an avid whoremonger!). What I can show you though was a painting that accompanied his last missive and after reading it it seems clear that this is the reason he is ‘long lost’. To cut a long story short he felt that no one loved him and because of that he was going to give love to one. How sad 🙁  If only I’d have known I could of given him one of my famous ‘this’ll make everything better’ hugs (as seen on TV). Maybe next time…

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