Archiving: Styrofoam art

This blog is now going into archiving. Six months ago I changed the name of the blog to blagsplotforblart and found that this means all my files then go into grey. Decided that was not such a good idea because then my initiallyno blog got taken and my dot com transfered to that. AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh.

So here we are blagsplotforblart or initiallynocreations.blogspot.com


There are many ways of interpreting blagsplot, but please don't rob me of my creative works, my blart. They are all original and (C). Just view and enjoy. Artists are trying to survive in this world. If you want them to stick around and do more work, you buy their work. Which is all available at www.redbubble.com/people/initiallyno
Where you can get a variety of T-shirts and different kinds wall art, of mine and other artists





This final picture is made out of packaging material: recycled Styrofoam with a canvas painting in the middle of the foam frame. I've carved and coloured it and it's ended up looking a bit like cork, but is even lighter in weight.

Mouse rides the fishing cat

“If comedy is a full stop. Does that give people nothing more to wonder about?”
“I didn’t see them as comical, I saw them as snide and attacking men and women both at different times for no reason in particular other than you could.”
“How do you deal with an attack?”
“I saw you saying back off too, yes, I understand. But that’s not what we’re into. It’s a grave. People get it once, then laugh and have their cheese sandwich and leave. They need to dream.”
“Comedy not a dream then eh? Art-laughing is just about snide attacks eh? No, ha-ha I enjoyed that so much I want to put it up on my wall and shock my guests.”
“It’s not shocking. It’s just old tory and gold digging bla.”
“I find that attitude bizarre. I’m more crafty than tory. But if that’s the angle I could go for the golden circus stuff, rather than the gore. Put them together and I’ll get some bawdy palace or something eh? Call it Madamoiselle.”
“No way.”
“Don’t want the female sex play eh? Not been done this way before. All men, or weeping picked apart women. Can’t handle me? Ah that’s it, too much of a channel change. You’re easy.”
“Bastard.”
“My mother would be offended by that.”
“I’ve always wanted to say how whatever you do whatever you ask and what ever is out there is a play as long as you don’t let it get into the ways of which to do and think around how it is you play.”

Served

Plate says, "What the hell are you doing with your life? Aren't you over this stupid thing you do yet? Can't you get a grip and start doing something useful for a change? Where's your nous? Has it been eaten by some infant mouse? Fuck off."

Eater says, "Um. It sort of disturbs me when food talks to me. I'm not sure I can eat this waiter. Would it be possible to have something else."

Cafe Superstitious

Last of the Blearies...

Collected lip

“Cruise to the point of crud and restud,” said the Bleary. “It could be that nothing here really matters. It could also be said that the thinking here is shattered. And if that’s the case then I’m wearing some kind of hat. There’s a book in that.”

Floatie washed down with cherries

“First time I saw you, I thought lifesaver, then you popped into my mouth,” said the Bleary. “Then I needed something to swill you down with.”

Wine glass news reader

“Her face looked like a wineglass, so I licked it. It really had nothing to do with that, but never mind… Some things are making people nervous. I want to know what they are. So I eat the monitor and the mouse just to be sure. That was in my younger years when monitors were televisions and had bunny ears,” the Bleary said.

Light bulb and barb

"This one is pretty straight forward. Everyone wants everyone to not leave heating on and go out and get gum leaves to wipe their bum so that the toilet gets blocked and shitty gummy smells fill the air," says the Bleary. "Totally ruins your taste for eucalypts if you're a koala."

I ponder that for a moment. Then think about how much I want to think about what this Bleary says. Okay hmm.

Liquid lady

Think this one is possibly ugly. No lady is every going to respect me after this. I think this cartoon is something I’ve seen before. It talks me through the draw. And I’m thinking I can’t use the word automatic to describe my art anymore since that tracing machine got hold of the whichy art and made it about electronics. So this is my hand just doing the thing it does when the pictures inside my head want an outlet. Who knows maybe I’ll find some ladylove to send this to as a card. Or maybe that’s just liquid dreams talking. Hey, did I say that or did someone else? Am I actually myself ever? Yes. But this one’s a bit of a character. Question is, is this creation going to play a big part in my life or just a little one? Glup slip slop…

Biting the balloon

"Post now. We need directions to get to this place."
"Okay something weird going on here."
"Don't post that one. Draw a new one, all those ones you did last night are now redundant."
"Okay."
"Too late now. Needed it ten seconds ago."
"Okay."

Bloody exhibitionish

Wind-up

Bugger all. Your life loser. So sorry to have had to have lived it for you. Na. Tis okay, just a wind-up. Pop. Get a lid on things.

Precious paint

Ephemeral

I thought the world was an orange. And then I thought, if I ate the orange then where would I be? But I didn't think any of these things really mattered much at the time because I was taking things in slowly and creating things I believed were fruitful. But they just ended up turn out to be... something else entirely.

mox

There are several reasons for making up stories about things that aren't really there. And sometimes I do this to defend my epiglottis other times my insight. But since there is no point to this one, it might as well get to one. What? You actually want me to say something else?

Milk from the sheep-cloud

Scene

This is what happens when I’m walking down the street. And why I can’t stop laughing, in case anyone wants to know. Little dialogues, like this:
“I'm just wondering when the time for wandering will waft my way again. “
“I find that attitude abysmal . Get a life and a career happening, says Mum. Don’t you dare have sex, or even think about it or I’ll make you eat the baby.”
They have character voices too, don’t forget, that’s often what gets me laughing.
“Um, I’m sorry. I just thought you were pouring crap on me.”
“If you don’t eat it. You’re going to have to do something with its crap.”
“Stop eating babies!”

It is just really weird stuff.
“That’s not a good one is it? Little lamb on the spit.”
“Mate, you go too far.”
“If you mate with me, my Mum will make you… you know.”
“Stop it. You’re asking for trouble.”

“Oh. That’s right. You’re the force of good and I’m the bad apple eh? Well I’ll make a drink out of that fermenting fruit and sell it to all those well wishers out there.”
“Stop arguing with me. I want you to understand where we are coming from. I want you to see why it is that we earn and you burn.”
“Which part of that made sense to you?”

And sometimes, I just listen in haphazardly to things going on around me and draw them with my pen. Not listening through my ears, but listening in another way. Does this help or hinder my play? I wonder. Hmm. Grin to the point of grit and spit away. I find it funny. If you don’t, I think you’re silly to judge me for hearing and seeing such things. If there’s no use for them, why are they there? For me to twiddle my thumbs with? Don’t make a monster out of me and I won’t make a monster out of you. I'm just here to see what exactly it is people want me to do. And if you fck with me, guess that's going to come back in my art. So, here's a nice little scene for you eh? Let's not try to burn the which again.

Jesus craft

Man and donkey

"I'm never going to talk to you again if you think you can give me such crud as this for a post. I think you are a moron to even want to put it out there like it means something. However, being friendly and all I'll try to make sure that I'm in love with everything you do and that sort of thing. Yes, okay, whatever, good, there's there and there's here and what am I talking about."

"Buggered if I know, you're probably the donkey."

"No you fool. I just wanted to eat you alive for a bit so I can roast you up tommorrow."

"Okay. So this is about stuffing the donkey with something nice and tasty?"

"Shh. Be quiet. We're hunting wrap its."

"On a stuffed donkey?"

"Okay. If that's the way you wish to play you obviously don't need to have a wired up interaction anymore."

"Um. What's that to you?"

"I want you to be fat like me. I hate thin ugly people that don't eat."

"If you were a donkey and the man sitting on you was fat, would you prefer that extra weight, or the bones sticking in?"

"You've got me thinking about where this is going and I'm sort of wondering that myself."

"Okay. Then we're done. Key is in the see eh?"