Not the best gallery space around, but it's free and it'll do!
Sunday, 9 July 2017
Printing out the Wizbang artworks wasn't something I'd planned when I did them, but I thought it might be fun to do. So I chose the Mind Probe and Pet Demon ones, added simple posterization to the images of them and printed out 20 of each. I laminated each one, then took half of them into Dewsbury town centre and stuck them up in various places, such as the following:
As you can see on the left with the photos above, others tend to stick posters up all the time on phoneboxes. The fact that they use ordinary tape shows what little thought they have when doing it. Even when such posters are torn down, they always leave those ugly tape marks. I had to be careful not to do that, as it can be seen as criminal damage (which it is really). For that reason, I chose to use Magic Tape. And, as anyone who uses such tape knows, one of its features is that it doesn't leave that annoying tape mark behind.
As well as phoneboxes, I also chose bus shelters. I avoided empty shops fronts, as they're still private property even though they are unused. I know that people rarely use phoneboxes these days (and judging by the condition of them, BT seems to maintain them to that level) but they do make a good starting place for such urban galleries. These prints might help brighten up someone's day, and if that happens then they've done their job well.
And yes, if you see any of them, you are free to take them!
That's what they're there for, after all. What other art gallery allows you to walk around it taking whatever you like? Not any that I know of, and you'll find that each print has been signed and numbered by me on the back.
One last thing. If any of you uses a laminator, avoid Texet laminating pouches, they really are shit! (And their laminators are pretty crappy too).
Sunday, 11 June 2017
(Green biro on 127mm x 76mm notecard)
- NOT AVAILABLE -
An unusual artwork, and the first of a few that I'll be doing. It's inspired by those that believe in guardian angels and spirit guides. I suppose it's really no different to those that believe they've been abducted by aliens. An idea that some higher being has, for some obscure reason, singled them out as something special. A constructed personal sense of worth in a world where they feel they have none. It's quite sad really, in that aspect, so who am I to begrudge them their little fantasy?
What I find amusing about them, though (especially with regard to spirit guides) is why they tend to be mostly American Indians aiding those with no heritage of such. I have this strange scenario in my mind of all these Indian spirit guides lining up to clock in and out of duty, with one suddenly turning to another and saying: "What the fuck are we helping these bastards for?"
In reality, these "entities" could be anything you want them to be. After all, it's your delusion, so why not treat yourself to something different? Like a sexy little elf-woman with a sword, for example.
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
THE MAP SELLER
(Pencil on 116mm x 154mm cartridge paper)
THE ROTTING CORPSE INNE
(Pencil on 123mm x 192mm cartridge paper)
Normally, I wouldn't put such pieces up on this blog as these. They're older works, done in the latter part of 2000 and early 2001. I thought I'd lost them, but found them last year when doing a bit of clear out. They were meant to be a spoof of the old Fighting Fantasy gamebooks that were popular during the 1980s, and I had the idea of doing more of them, but must have gotten side-tracked by something else and completely forgot about them.
But it wasn't the theme of them that struck me as interesting, but more the battle of ideas that took place within them, which I was unaware of at the time. The idea of skav art was struggling to rise against the dominance of traditional art processes. If you look at them, you'll see it for yourself. They're both under A5 in size, I used no reference when working on them, and I wasn't too concerned for the odd mistake I made (The area under the map should have been in a darker shade, and yes, those fingernails do need cutting, don't they?) But that didn't matter for what they were.
However, the old art processes repeatedly stamped on it at every turn. The work had to be done with decent cartridge paper - 135gms at least. I used more than one grade of pencil for background and foreground. I even remember doing some quick pre-concept thumbnail sketches (especially for the pose of the corpse in the second one). But the final killer blow for the desperate idea of skav art was, of course, the ruled line around them both. Such a shame. It put up a good fight, but just wasn't strong enough. I've probably done other pieces like that before and after these were done that had the same struggle going on, but these two are a good example. I've added the final pages below, with their text, to show what I was going to do with them. I could finish the project off with skav artworks, and I still might at some point, but I thought it was a good idea to show them now. The one thing I did do when I found them was laminate them with the words: "Not quite skav!" written on the back of each.
Saturday, 17 December 2016
A Christmas elf is not born, they are made,
From one who lives their life in the shade.
As with the previous two years, I put this artwork on some Christmas cards that I printed out, which I then gave to various people. I re-used the idea of the strange, foul-mouthed elves that I'd previously used for the 2014 card. The story within the card tells of how Santa's elves are created. It's far too long to copy and paste here. So, I've decided to use JPEGs of each page, which you can view below by clicking on them (click on one and you should be able to easily scroll through them all):
On a scroll of vellum, with ink of blue,
For your letter to Santa is what you must do,
Tied and bound with a feather found,
Then cast into fire when there's no-one around.
Monday, 21 November 2016
|(2B pencil on 75mm x 125mm notecard)|
The EU referendum (brexit) and the election of Trump seems to have marked the rise of a far-right mentality that hasn't been seen on such a scale since the 1930s. But this is what happens during austere and uncertain times. Rabble-rousers, who only have their own interests at heart, take advantage of desperate people and whip them up into a mindless frenzy. They blur the lines of truth and offer them easy answers to difficult problems, whilst creating convenient scapegoats. Instead of looking to the future, they look to a past that never was.
It is for this reason that I chose the old Greek saying of "A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in" to use in this piece. It may well be ancient in origin, but it still resonates today due to the way it remains positive and forward thinking. The last line I added myself.
Thursday, 22 September 2016
|(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card)|
- NOT AVAILABLE-
Using the ink of your own blood, this pen allows you to write your own destiny. Anything that you write for yourself will come to pass, no matter how obscure or strange it may be.
Even in the hands of the mindful, it has the power to corrupt. For the author who dictates their own life story has no life at all, and no story to tell. In the end, they become nothing but victims of their own deep, dark, perversions.
We should remember what Numen-Deus tries to tell us:
"ALL DESIRES DEMAND THEIR OWN PRICE"
Thursday, 7 July 2016
(Black biro on a 125mm x 75mm notecard)
Another image of an everyday phrase juxtaposed onto a comic-book style frame. In this case it's the kind of phrase that you hear on a bus when someone's on their phone. That's if they're not texting it.
If you're the type of person that does receive calls on buses in which you know you're going to have to say something like: "I'm on the bus...I'll be about ten minutes" and you hate doing that, then please feel free to attach the above image as a response to your worried little caller to save you the humiliation of saying it out loud or texting it.
Monday, 16 May 2016
(2B pencil on A6 card)
Anything that remotely hinted at some kind of weapon which could be use on others was siezed upon with the old comic-book ads. Things like airguns tended to be seen in the much older Boys' Own papers and you rarely saw such things in comics.
This piece shows the kind of thing that kids would have loved. What nasty little child wouldn't want something that made others pewk, piss and shit themselves at the same time?
Thursday, 31 March 2016
(2B pencil on a 139mm x 87mm postcard)
One of the better products you were able to get from comic book ads was the Exploding Army Hand Grenade. It wasn't a full-sized one and was a bit crude looking (nothing like the picture) but it was pretty good in the way you could load caps into it. In this Wizbang! advert, I've spoofed that by having it as a pocket atom bomb that kids can have fun totally destroying their neighbourhoods with.
Tuesday, 2 February 2016
(2B pencil on a 139mm x 87mm postcard)
Even pets were not immune to the comic-book ads and there were quite a few different ones, whether it was the now famous sea monkeys, or squirrel monkeys (which were a real con, because you actually did get nothing for your money). As with other items that were advertised, they were sold as wonderful exotic things, when they were really quite mundane (sea monkeys were just brine shrimp).
With these Wizbang ads, I decided to reference them with an advert selling everything you would need to grow your own little pet demon. A kit-form monstrosity that would probably sell well.