Allow me to clarify, again, exactly what's "planned".

1) We want you to buy (borrow or steal) a blank postcard.

2) We want you to then adorn this postcard with your own nude drawing, doodle, collage (etc) of Brian Cowen. These creations can be as "amateur", crude or (indeed) lavish as you see fit. There are no rules. The only restriction being the postcard format. Total freedom is yours. Go nuts.

3) Pop your masterwork in the post to me (address available on request).

4) If/When we collect enough postcards together we'll find a sympathetic gallery space where your creations can be exhibited formally. Hell, there may even be (if it grows into a behemoth) catalogues, guest speakers, wine and cheese freebies etc. We'll see.

All of this is (for me at least) in the spirit of subversive play, satirical mischief-making and artistic absurdity. All joyous things worth preserving and promoting.

The serried rows of cards, each depicting (in their own unique ways) a bollock-naked Taoiseach, will (I hope) both make for an impressive visual, and state emphatically (& amusingly) that the outrageous shit of the last few days will not be tolerated.

Email me (or drop a comment below) for postal address.

Let's get moving and cracking.

Update 01/04/09: I'd appreciate it if people who've already posted cards could tell me a) when they posted them, and, b) If the images were full nudes, partial nudes etc! Reason being, most of the cards that have arrived thus far have either been non-nudey or hidden inside envelopes. This could just be coincidental…but I'd still like to know. Drop a comment or email me (address on sidebar).

Update 02/04/09: I've already sent emails (or Twitter messages) with my address to everyone who's shown interest. If you haven't got yours then tell me & I'll resend. There seems to be an issue with some emails disappearing into the ether…

Said beast dug the pens and colouring pencils out of the desk drawer and (after a mere 10 minutes of frenzied work) came up with this minor masterpiece.

Those with keenly honed deductive senses will (if they can drag their bulging eyes away from the horse's spurting mickey for a moment) notice that the "canvas" is a postcard. Reason being – I'm sending it through the post. To myself. Using aliases for both sender and receiver.

Here's the cheery, and fairly innocuous, message from the reverse side.¹

How many pairs of hands, I wonder, will it pass through before it returns to me? Will the faces attached to the bodies attached to those hands register shock, bemusement, indifference or delight? Might it be seized before it reaches its destination? Destroyed by censorious objectors or secretly smuggled home by a Naïve art smut collector? We'll see (or maybe we won't).

RE: The bishop's facial expression – not sure what effect I was going for here exactly. Looking at it again I seem to have given him a touch of weary (self-loathing?) listlessness. A jaded ennui brought on by one session of being pissed on by a (cartoon) horse too many. It used to be fun – now it's merely routine. Ho hum.

1. Address partially excised for reasons of privacy. [back]