Back in Ibiza town trying to avoid the football. Ran out of cash. Hopeless trying to sell sketches in the seaside resorts as nice as they are. Almost dried out completely (alcohol wise). I'm back to night cap drinking only (big glasses of red wine), but struggling to get through the days without. I have reached the point where the mental stuff is more difficult than the physical now - through the worst, and it was fucking horrible. That was no holiday. I think running out of cash and bumping into a bunch of street alcoholics was a great help!
On the positive side I bumped into a couple who want a mural. They will get in touch before I leave. I also bumped into an interesting couple from Birmingham who may want to interview me for http://www.pencilkings.com/ They guy manages all their social media and a small mention on their FB very quickly boosted my own blog stats. This sort of connection could lead anywhere.
I was rattling so badly I didn't want to bother friends, so made cash for buses back here. Ibiza town is still exceptionally good for money making. Back on track financially in no time at all. Met a great foster family from Ireland this afternoon. Again, I really wanted to spend more time with the children - they all loved my sketch and were very complimentary, but my own mind is still depressed/paranoid and all over the place. Two more days is all it should take. It is tough, very tough. No idea why I put myself through this. You sort of fall in too easily and digging your way out gets more difficult everytime. Far from through it, but moving forwards.
Mañana!
On the positive side I bumped into a couple who want a mural. They will get in touch before I leave. I also bumped into an interesting couple from Birmingham who may want to interview me for http://www.pencilkings.com/ They guy manages all their social media and a small mention on their FB very quickly boosted my own blog stats. This sort of connection could lead anywhere.
I was rattling so badly I didn't want to bother friends, so made cash for buses back here. Ibiza town is still exceptionally good for money making. Back on track financially in no time at all. Met a great foster family from Ireland this afternoon. Again, I really wanted to spend more time with the children - they all loved my sketch and were very complimentary, but my own mind is still depressed/paranoid and all over the place. Two more days is all it should take. It is tough, very tough. No idea why I put myself through this. You sort of fall in too easily and digging your way out gets more difficult everytime. Far from through it, but moving forwards.
Mañana!