Saturday, 11 February 2012
Catweazle, Catweazle, so good they named him once. Not quite. Catweazle, so good I painted him twice. This early version, a 'protoweazle', didn't make the Grapple Calendar. There he stands, Sickert like, in the blue gloom and attired in bathing suit. This is why I have called this cheeky number 'Catweazle In Bathing Suit.' Good that. There are flaws, let's be honest. But flaws are good, flaws are what 'it's' all about. The canon, say of the Pink Fairies is flawed. The catalogue of Brian Eno, say, is less flawed. Thus, without a map or a compass I have proved that the Pink Fairies are better than Brian Eno. Does Brian Eno ever think about Catweazle? He does not. But you will, you will, as you ponder whether to spend your hard-earned on this delightful canvas. Proving in the process that you are better than Brian Eno.
Posted by Outsider Music at Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, 10 February 2012
Mark 'Rollerball' Rocco - Original painting by Luke Haines. 24 by 30cm. Acrylic On Canvas. Edition 1 of 1. Signed By The Artist.
Ah Rollerball, scourge of my fevered, youthful, imagination. What were you? A demented Viet Nam vet? A violent porno moustache man? A crazy yank? No. You were none of these. You were in fact a man from Bradford. A very hard man from Bradford. One helluva 'baddie' and one helluva fighter. In my song 'Inside the restless mind of Rollerball Rocco' our hero has a kind of Willard/Kurtz one on one session in Les Kellets' acrid transport cafe. Look at this painting. Gasp at the 3D spittle on Rollerballs lips. Tremble at the words 'Liver Sausage', painted with real silver paint. This painting could be your gateway into - the restless mind of Rollerball Rocco.
Klondyke Kate - Original Painting By Luke Haines. 24 by 30cm. Acrylic On Canvas. Edition 1 of 1. Signed By The Artist.
'Ooh get you' you sneer. 'Did yer old fella treat you to a new do at the 'airdressers?' you sneer some more.
Except you don't. Because the lustrous barnet you have just scoffed at belongs to Klondyke Kate. One of the most fearsome ladies of grapple. And KK could pull yer ears off and stuff them between two slices of white bread, before you can say 'Liver Sausage Sandwich.' Touch the hair, marvel at the lurid purples. Painted with real purple paint. Fear everything. Fear nothing. Fear Kate. No, don't fear Kate, own her in acrylics.
Posted by Outsider Music at Friday, February 10, 2012