OK, better than being on the streets of freezing London/UK. Good luck mate, always like reading your updates on this thread.
Alternative Ibiza?
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OK, better than being on the streets of freezing London/UK. Good luck mate, always like reading your updates on this thread.
Mural for the sailing school. They weren't entirely happy, but I got paid and get more work. Is looking like a good cash week despite the shit weather.
I want to keep the sailing school clients happy. The main guy isn't so happy with the violet/purple. I think he wanted blue and a little more subtlety. He wants the same sketch in B&W for his home. So, I am going to offer to do the mural for the sailing school again at no extra cost and sell the original (above) on the street. I like it, and I am pretty sure I can get €150 for it on the street here.
From the work he has on the walls at the school already I can see he knows his stuff, so I respect any compromise he wants from me.
€150 is not a lot of money. If I am going to get to where I want to be by the end of next year I need to be selling large paintings for a minimum of €2,500 to me. Each painting will cost a minimum of €300 in materials and probably a minimum of Three weeks in time. A huge leap! Is it possible? If it isn't, I give up on art for a living and do something else. 10 years of living this way has been fantastic fun (and very difficult) at times. Now is the time to push harder, or leave the game and keep it as a hobby rather than my main means of income.
Next step is 'Evolution of a Goddess/Maya/Suza and Milo Version 7'. 2.5 Meters by 2.5 Meters in rich, glorious oils. Just need the cash to buy the canvas. That will come over the holiday. One way, or another it will be finished by the end of January. I have slipped a month behind my time plan already. I blame the weather.
From the work he has on the walls at the school already I can see he knows his stuff, so I respect any compromise he wants from me.
€150 is not a lot of money. If I am going to get to where I want to be by the end of next year I need to be selling large paintings for a minimum of €2,500 to me. Each painting will cost a minimum of €300 in materials and probably a minimum of Three weeks in time. A huge leap! Is it possible? If it isn't, I give up on art for a living and do something else. 10 years of living this way has been fantastic fun (and very difficult) at times. Now is the time to push harder, or leave the game and keep it as a hobby rather than my main means of income.
Next step is 'Evolution of a Goddess/Maya/Suza and Milo Version 7'. 2.5 Meters by 2.5 Meters in rich, glorious oils. Just need the cash to buy the canvas. That will come over the holiday. One way, or another it will be finished by the end of January. I have slipped a month behind my time plan already. I blame the weather.
By popular demand, we have taken over Stella's open fronted shed in front of the pizza place I sometimes sleep in front of. We get free pizza.
Myself (white of Welsh heritage - no political persuasion).
Craig (white Scottish - racist cunt).
Daniel (black, Israeli - Jewish).
Ralph (black representing Trinidad). He never mentions religion.
Black Joe (black, Nigerian - Muslim).
Sidi (black, Mali - white wine god worshipper and ex professional footballer at the highest level).
Jimmy (white, Dutch - church of conspiraloons, Amsterdam).
Ali (erm... brown, Morocco - Muslim).
Manuel (erm... coffee? Spanish - Roman Catholic).
We smoke the indoor and the outdoor. Drink. Talk. We don't give a shit about politicians, because it isn't going to affect us immediately. Play music on my laptop. Swap pen drives and stuff.
Tomorrow the sun may shine!
I explain to them that I have been banned from a discussion about what is 'brown people and black people' today.
*Laughs of freedom people, huge laughs of freedom*
Myself (white of Welsh heritage - no political persuasion).
Craig (white Scottish - racist cunt).
Daniel (black, Israeli - Jewish).
Ralph (black representing Trinidad). He never mentions religion.
Black Joe (black, Nigerian - Muslim).
Sidi (black, Mali - white wine god worshipper and ex professional footballer at the highest level).
Jimmy (white, Dutch - church of conspiraloons, Amsterdam).
Ali (erm... brown, Morocco - Muslim).
Manuel (erm... coffee? Spanish - Roman Catholic).
We smoke the indoor and the outdoor. Drink. Talk. We don't give a shit about politicians, because it isn't going to affect us immediately. Play music on my laptop. Swap pen drives and stuff.
Tomorrow the sun may shine!
I explain to them that I have been banned from a discussion about what is 'brown people and black people' today.
*Laughs of freedom people, huge laughs of freedom*
Johnny Vodka
The Abominable Scotsman
Have a good Xmas Stanley Edwards .
Have a good Xmas Stanley Edwards .
Thank you. Same to you Sir!
Beautifully sunny day today. The plazas are still a totally fucked up wash of mud. Nobody knows how to navigate the town day to day. Everything else is proper hunky dory even though I don't do Christmas. I am one of those total non-believers. Perhaps I am a witch?
Enjoy your holiday!
Merry Xmas to all who believe in Satan.
I have happy clients and more work for the sailing school guys. Christmas Eve has proved to be incredibly frustrating so far. More another time on a different thread. In the meantime, for all those who don't know me - this is what I look like through the lens of my beloved bro' Señor Chazegee...
Love you Chazegee. Happy sailing!
I have happy clients and more work for the sailing school guys. Christmas Eve has proved to be incredibly frustrating so far. More another time on a different thread. In the meantime, for all those who don't know me - this is what I look like through the lens of my beloved bro' Señor Chazegee...
Love you Chazegee. Happy sailing!
Huge shopping day.
Second-hand clothes shop to improve a tired image. Brand new beige Armani jeans (I'm playing safe), new shirt and grey, chunky knit zip-up cardigan. All will be paint splattered very soon. Going to renovate my Palladium boots after they have become multicoloured.
Next stop the huge Chinese bazar Loads of cheap acrylics in big tubes. Fantastic brush sets at €6 for 20 brushes (and, they are actually very good). Household paint brushes for priming the canvas and getting started. Toolbox for keeping everything in. Turp's substitute. Linseed oil. Loads of masking tape. A large pencil case sort of thing. Six large tubes of base, cheap oils. Bulldog clips.
Next stop a DIY place (even further out of town) which has an art place upstairs. Decided on a 1 Meter square canvas to start. Very expensive oil paints - some at €21 a time!
Walked about 20 Kilometers in total today.
Last stop Decathlon for best budget backpack.
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My dinner just arrived. Post more another time.
Second-hand clothes shop to improve a tired image. Brand new beige Armani jeans (I'm playing safe), new shirt and grey, chunky knit zip-up cardigan. All will be paint splattered very soon. Going to renovate my Palladium boots after they have become multicoloured.
Next stop the huge Chinese bazar
Loads of cheap acrylics in big tubes. Fantastic brush sets at €6 for 20 brushes (and, they are actually very good). Household paint brushes for priming the canvas and getting started. Toolbox for keeping everything in. Turp's substitute. Linseed oil. Loads of masking tape. A large pencil case sort of thing. Six large tubes of base, cheap oils. Bulldog clips.Next stop a DIY place (even further out of town) which has an art place upstairs. Decided on a 1 Meter square canvas to start. Very expensive oil paints - some at €21 a time!
Walked about 20 Kilometers in total today.
Last stop Decathlon for best budget backpack.
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My dinner just arrived. Post more another time.
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That was a very nice dinner. Chips, eggs and salad washed down with a Volle Damn for less than a Tenner. Lot less than a Tenner actually. I like this cafe and they don't mind me sitting in a corner just recharging and internetting when it is a bit too chilly to be sketching on the street.
I was tempted to take a ferry/flight away and hitting the 'reset' button. I didn't. Work is trickling in - it isn't easy, and it will get harder. Almost €400 invested in materials (big thanks to he who knows, and I met here on U75, so an extended thanks to the U75 community). This is more money than I have ever put into my own art before. I AM GOING TO HAVE TO BE SHIT HOT TO JUSTIFY THIS TO MYSELF, never mind anybody else.
€60 left in pocket is very healthy for the time of year. I need police to give me a break. Needy heroin addicts to leave me alone. Lots of support from local business folk. I think it will come.
Carrying far too much of value to risk camping out for much longer. Secure bed for Three months is now priority. Also need a cheap camera for recording work with mucky oil paint fingers.
You have no idea how much I am looking forwards to this even though I know it is going to be very testing at times!
I was tempted to take a ferry/flight away and hitting the 'reset' button. I didn't. Work is trickling in - it isn't easy, and it will get harder. Almost €400 invested in materials (big thanks to he who knows, and I met here on U75, so an extended thanks to the U75 community). This is more money than I have ever put into my own art before. I AM GOING TO HAVE TO BE SHIT HOT TO JUSTIFY THIS TO MYSELF, never mind anybody else.
€60 left in pocket is very healthy for the time of year. I need police to give me a break. Needy heroin addicts to leave me alone. Lots of support from local business folk. I think it will come.
Carrying far too much of value to risk camping out for much longer. Secure bed for Three months is now priority. Also need a cheap camera for recording work with mucky oil paint fingers.
You have no idea how much I am looking forwards to this even though I know it is going to be very testing at times!
This thread goes on a bit! Time for a re-cap and also time to apologise, because I shall continue it until the bitter end. So, to re-cap...
I went to Ibiza to visit my beautiful friend Suza. Not sure if she invited me, or I invited myself, but I went to Ibiza In search of wholesome love before getting into more drugs and booze than I have ever done before. Suza was not impressed. However, I did enjoy a little of her gorgeous company picking little oranges one December morning Three years ago.
I went home to Granada shortly after New Year and returned to Ibiza in May to work with Cotton Beach club and Hotel Es Vive (amongst others).
End of summer, cashed up and very happy, I went to Barcelona to visit my very lovely friend Inma. Not sure if I invited myself, or if she asked me. Anyway, I went. She very simply the lovliest most beautiful person ever. Spent a couple of days together.
Everything was perfect. Heading back to Granada. Waiting for the train and KERRRRCHUFFFF! Everything stolen. Laptop, cameras, passport, cash... everything except the clothes I was wearing and about 30 Cents in pocket. I borrowed paper and pens from a local shop. Made enough cash to get to Madrid and the embassy only to be told I couldn't apply, or pay for a new passport. Totally fucked up new system at the UK passport office.
I headed home to Granada to normalise and spend time with my very gorgeous friend Carlotta. She has the most beautiful innocent face I have ever seen. Innocent face with a very sexy (and telling) scar in the corner of her right eye.
I then moved to Malaga, because there is a British Consulars office there and continued with the struggle to get a new passport. One day when the weather was shit and I had no cash, I picked up a small off-cut of floor boarding from a skip and started sketching an idea on it.
Evolution of a Goddess.
This is where it all started.
Back in Ibiza and finally ready to paint 21 large oil paintings depicting Goddesses and all my fantasy girlfriends. I have no idea where any of them are at this present time. That should tell you as much as you need to know
No girlfriends in Ibiza. Ibiza girls are only interested in money and yoga. I don't do either.
All 21 paintings have been sketched, or painted at least once before. This will be the final exhibition set. I start tomorrow.
I went to Ibiza to visit my beautiful friend Suza. Not sure if she invited me, or I invited myself, but I went to Ibiza In search of wholesome love before getting into more drugs and booze than I have ever done before. Suza was not impressed. However, I did enjoy a little of her gorgeous company picking little oranges one December morning Three years ago.
I went home to Granada shortly after New Year and returned to Ibiza in May to work with Cotton Beach club and Hotel Es Vive (amongst others).
End of summer, cashed up and very happy, I went to Barcelona to visit my very lovely friend Inma. Not sure if I invited myself, or if she asked me. Anyway, I went. She very simply the lovliest most beautiful person ever. Spent a couple of days together.
Everything was perfect. Heading back to Granada. Waiting for the train and KERRRRCHUFFFF! Everything stolen. Laptop, cameras, passport, cash... everything except the clothes I was wearing and about 30 Cents in pocket. I borrowed paper and pens from a local shop. Made enough cash to get to Madrid and the embassy only to be told I couldn't apply, or pay for a new passport. Totally fucked up new system at the UK passport office.
I headed home to Granada to normalise and spend time with my very gorgeous friend Carlotta. She has the most beautiful innocent face I have ever seen. Innocent face with a very sexy (and telling) scar in the corner of her right eye.
I then moved to Malaga, because there is a British Consulars office there and continued with the struggle to get a new passport. One day when the weather was shit and I had no cash, I picked up a small off-cut of floor boarding from a skip and started sketching an idea on it.
Evolution of a Goddess.
This is where it all started.
Back in Ibiza and finally ready to paint 21 large oil paintings depicting Goddesses and all my fantasy girlfriends. I have no idea where any of them are at this present time. That should tell you as much as you need to know
No girlfriends in Ibiza. Ibiza girls are only interested in money and yoga. I don't do either.
All 21 paintings have been sketched, or painted at least once before. This will be the final exhibition set. I start tomorrow.
Happy New Year!
Despite vulnerable sleeping arrangements I am actually in a very good position here. Bright sunny day full of optimism. I have hooked Three BIG fishes. People are actually paying impressive money for me to paint what I want. On top of that I have a new Ibiza painting to do plus a couple of sketches. Accommodation and storage could come by the end of the week.
I am there already. Just need to do the paintings and land those fishes very carefully. Then, maintain the workflow (cash - income).
After Two days of preparing the canvas I have started sketching. Photographed on a very primitive digital visual capture device in low light. I like the effect.
I will complete this painting in a public place. Very happy for people to stop and chat, ask questions about creativity, technique etc in return for a small donation towards the paints and brushes fund, or the beer and pizza fund. People will be encouraged to take photographs if they at least say hello.
I'm sticking with the basic composition. My influence here comes from a distorted study of Gestalt theories and theories of visual perception . Especially 'Lines of good continuation'. My own distorted translation of other peoples ideas. If you don't want to get to deep into that just imagine ribbons rippling in a natural wind, or even twirled by human movement. I'm looking for rhythm and harmony in the composition before I even put a speck of colour on the canvas. A speck? Nah - huge colour comes tomorrow. Hopefully photographed the way it needs to be.
I'm thinking Two weeks to finished.
This is going to be the sexiest, most sensual, most beautiful dream of a painting
Despite vulnerable sleeping arrangements I am actually in a very good position here. Bright sunny day full of optimism. I have hooked Three BIG fishes. People are actually paying impressive money for me to paint what I want. On top of that I have a new Ibiza painting to do plus a couple of sketches. Accommodation and storage could come by the end of the week.
I am there already. Just need to do the paintings and land those fishes very carefully. Then, maintain the workflow (cash - income).
After Two days of preparing the canvas I have started sketching. Photographed on a very primitive digital visual capture device in low light. I like the effect.
I will complete this painting in a public place. Very happy for people to stop and chat, ask questions about creativity, technique etc in return for a small donation towards the paints and brushes fund, or the beer and pizza fund. People will be encouraged to take photographs if they at least say hello.
I'm sticking with the basic composition. My influence here comes from a distorted study of Gestalt theories and theories of visual perception . Especially 'Lines of good continuation'. My own distorted translation of other peoples ideas. If you don't want to get to deep into that just imagine ribbons rippling in a natural wind, or even twirled by human movement. I'm looking for rhythm and harmony in the composition before I even put a speck of colour on the canvas. A speck? Nah - huge colour comes tomorrow. Hopefully photographed the way it needs to be.
I'm thinking Two weeks to finished.
This is going to be the sexiest, most sensual, most beautiful dream of a painting
Filling in some very dilute blocks of acrylic colour. Sketch to do tomorrow - will give me cash to see me through until the weekend. Wednesday is a sort of half holiday. Weather permitting I will start with the oils.
I'm trying to find a client to talk about cash and overnight storage and stuff.
All is good, but I am worried about getting everything stolen and ending up back on square One. Really have to sort a safe bed and eliminate risks. January is a very tough month for street folk. Not much money to feed habits! Danger month. February is worse.
I have a very secret, safe, free sleeping place, but it is not comfortable and I am taking liberties a little which could lose me work. May stick my laptop and valuables in a bar overnight which means no fun posting on U75 after midnight. You lucky people
Johnny Vodka
The Abominable Scotsman
Is that San Antonio?
No. Ibiza town marina prom.
not-bono-ever
meh
You have same boots as me
They are good boots. Mine are about to be uniquified and waterproofed.
My mate David from Italy somehow in the background. Webcam photo, shooting blind in the sun. I will sort this out soon and get a decent camera.
Some beautiful things starting to happen in this one already. Painting and drinking whilst enjoying a picnic in the sunshine. Are people really going to pay me to do this?
I invented a new colour today. Not pictured, and I will never be able to remix it. However, dirty turps water will stay in the finished work.
My mate Daniel is leaving tomorrow. Goes back to Israel, but plans to return in April. He is trying to off-load his bicycle. Not the best time of year to sell a bike. "How much do you want for it?". €50 he told me. "I tell you what, if you pay me €1 a day to look after it until you come back I guarantee it will be here".
"That's about €120" he replied.
"Yep, but I guarantee it will be here when you return. If it isn't, I will buy you another bike".
He thought about it. I bought the bike for €20.
Nobody is ever going to pay me to do this. Are they?
This is the life people. Then the sun sets. It goes cold. You are drunk and stoned. You have to pack up, clean up, and wonder where to store a wet oil painting. Where am I going to sleep tonight. Coat is already multicoloured. By the weekend I will be wiping brushes clean on my trousers. But, I don't give a shit. This is the life.
Thank fuck for €0 outgoings!
Collected €50 for a completed sketch. About €1.20 in drops. I am going to have to make cash from more fucking Dalt Vila sketches to make this work until I get paid.
People are actually going to pay me to do this
Some beautiful things starting to happen in this one already. Painting and drinking whilst enjoying a picnic in the sunshine. Are people really going to pay me to do this?
I invented a new colour today. Not pictured, and I will never be able to remix it. However, dirty turps water will stay in the finished work.
My mate Daniel is leaving tomorrow. Goes back to Israel, but plans to return in April. He is trying to off-load his bicycle. Not the best time of year to sell a bike. "How much do you want for it?". €50 he told me. "I tell you what, if you pay me €1 a day to look after it until you come back I guarantee it will be here".
"That's about €120" he replied.
"Yep, but I guarantee it will be here when you return. If it isn't, I will buy you another bike".
He thought about it. I bought the bike for €20.
Nobody is ever going to pay me to do this. Are they?
This is the life people. Then the sun sets. It goes cold. You are drunk and stoned. You have to pack up, clean up, and wonder where to store a wet oil painting. Where am I going to sleep tonight. Coat is already multicoloured. By the weekend I will be wiping brushes clean on my trousers. But, I don't give a shit. This is the life.
Thank fuck for €0 outgoings!
Collected €50 for a completed sketch. About €1.20 in drops. I am going to have to make cash from more fucking Dalt Vila sketches to make this work until I get paid.
People are actually going to pay me to do this
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Nobody told me about this Ibiza. Didn't read about it in any of the brochures, or websites and shit. It is about 3ºC with a horrible damp mist rolling in and finding every bone.
I want my money back. Erm...
I want my money back. Erm...
Most certainly on the up. I have my own personal, private transport device. Like wet oil painting, painting box, backpack and all the other shit wasn't enough to carry around town.
Hopefully, I can hang on to the bike until Saturday morning for the San Jordi market. Big market culture here in Ibiza amongst all the immigrants. English, Germans, French, Italians, Dutch, Scandinavians, Swiss etc etc etc They all love the big flea/hippie markets. B-Twin city bike for sale. All legal - more than happy to put my name to a receipt. New chain. Good tyres. All good and yours for just €60, or will exchange for a small digi point and shoot.
Painting has progressed, but I have a big scale/composition issue to address. Will photograph it tomorrow.
Some other small problem is that wherever I set-up I very quickly get surrounded by people I really don't want around me. I will explain another day. It is a problem in every city I work.
Collected €0.20 Cents in drops today. I need to sell, or convert the bike.
Hopefully, I can hang on to the bike until Saturday morning for the San Jordi market. Big market culture here in Ibiza amongst all the immigrants. English, Germans, French, Italians, Dutch, Scandinavians, Swiss etc etc etc They all love the big flea/hippie markets. B-Twin city bike for sale. All legal - more than happy to put my name to a receipt. New chain. Good tyres. All good and yours for just €60, or will exchange for a small digi point and shoot.
Painting has progressed, but I have a big scale/composition issue to address. Will photograph it tomorrow.
Some other small problem is that wherever I set-up I very quickly get surrounded by people I really don't want around me. I will explain another day. It is a problem in every city I work.
Collected €0.20 Cents in drops today. I need to sell, or convert the bike.
It is a very quiet and subdued Three Kings day. All the Spanish people are at home unwrapping gifts and doing family stuff.
I am getting merry studying my painting conundrum.
City bike for sale!
I am getting merry studying my painting conundrum.
City bike for sale!
Slow progress, but progress.
Sometimes there are very difficult, testing days. Happy with the way my painting is developing - it is the only therapy I have presently. Did not make a single bean today. Not a Cent. You have to hang on to your self-belief, but be very careful you don't turn a corner into some deluded, arrogant twat in denial sort of place!
It is about 2ºC. 3ºC at best with 80% humidity. The moisture condenses on everything
Weekend, so no cheap bed option. I am 'camping' out. Wrapped in sleeping bags. My mate bought me Four cans of strong beer. Down to 40 Cents. Didn't sell bike.
These days happen. You have to expect them and just grin and bare it. Tomorrow could bring the same, or it could bring something entirely different. Who knows?
It is fuck cold. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
It is about 2ºC. 3ºC at best with 80% humidity. The moisture condenses on everything
Weekend, so no cheap bed option. I am 'camping' out. Wrapped in sleeping bags. My mate bought me Four cans of strong beer. Down to 40 Cents. Didn't sell bike.
These days happen. You have to expect them and just grin and bare it. Tomorrow could bring the same, or it could bring something entirely different. Who knows?
It is fuck cold. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
No money again, and it is bloody freezing again. Police stopped play. The national and municipal police are all fine. More than cool, but the port is policed by port authority police (who are no more than private security really). You are not allowed to paint here!
Why not? I'm not obstructing anyone, or causing any problems. I'm not selling anything.
You are not allowed to paint here.
Pointless arguing, so I search for a new pitch tomorrow. Not many options here.
Why not? I'm not obstructing anyone, or causing any problems. I'm not selling anything.
You are not allowed to paint here.
Pointless arguing, so I search for a new pitch tomorrow. Not many options here.
Nice suggestion, but I find Barcelona totally unworkable, or just too stressful. It is next to impossible to get permission to work on the streets. Police are on your back every 10 minutes. And, far too many street thieves. I have been robbed there Three times already. Nice city to visit. Shit place to live and work for myself. Plenty of good friends in nice towns around Barcelona, but the city itself just isn't my cup of tea.
Not sure what my next move is. Continue as I am until I have finished the first painting, then see how things are going. It is very tough early January always. This year seems even worse. Police won't let me work in the port, but tell me I can go work on the main street where all the junkie beggars do their thing. I'm not up for that. Would sooner go without beer and cigs so long as I don't get hungry. No more hungry than I am now!
Think I will stay in Ibiza until I have at least half the paintings finished. When the first is finished I will photograph it properly and sell prints on the street and online. This should work well enough. The next Five weeks, or so will be the hardest. I have been through harder times.
Woke this morning to rain. Decided "fuck the police, fuck the money" - I am here to paint, so let's just paint. Found a nice quiet place in the dry and set-up. Within an hour I am joined by Craig. "How the fuck did you find me here?". No problem. Craig is just going to sit quietly drinking his beers and reading his romance novels.
An hour later we are discovered by crazy Caroline. Crazy Caroline is highly abusive to people, especially me. She is going to kill me one day.
So I am stood there getting into my vivid painting. Craig is wrapped up with can in one hand, book in the other. Crazy Caroline is shouting "FUCK YOU BONO YOU BORING BASTARD" at her computer until real people pass by to hurl abuse at.
Most people probably thought we were on some sort of arts therapy day release scheme.
Somehow I made good painting progress and the local bars were very grateful that I managed to talk Caroline into going home after she had pissed in the street in front of the few lunch customers around.
Can it get any worse? Apparently snow is forecast. I refuse to believe it. It is very cold. Someone needs to tell the mosquitoes they should have fucked off and died ages ago.
This guy sums up Ibiza today very well...
Ibiza by Vice. Worth a watch. I moan about winter, you should see what I have to deal with in summer!
As shit as I make it sound, I am actually very happily painting until my heart is content
An hour later we are discovered by crazy Caroline. Crazy Caroline is highly abusive to people, especially me. She is going to kill me one day.
So I am stood there getting into my vivid painting. Craig is wrapped up with can in one hand, book in the other. Crazy Caroline is shouting "FUCK YOU BONO YOU BORING BASTARD" at her computer until real people pass by to hurl abuse at.
Most people probably thought we were on some sort of arts therapy day release scheme.
Somehow I made good painting progress and the local bars were very grateful that I managed to talk Caroline into going home after she had pissed in the street in front of the few lunch customers around.
Can it get any worse? Apparently snow is forecast. I refuse to believe it. It is very cold. Someone needs to tell the mosquitoes they should have fucked off and died ages ago.
This guy sums up Ibiza today very well...
Ibiza by Vice. Worth a watch. I moan about winter, you should see what I have to deal with in summer!
As shit as I make it sound, I am actually very happily painting until my heart is content
I appreciate this may not look like progress. Some may even see it as regress. However, it is progress. Reaching the messy experimental stage.
Yay! Some female love company at last. Hard earned and much deserved even if I say so myself.
Woke this morning and whilst recharging phones and laptop enjoying a beer for breakfast on the pre-opening terrace of a very exclusive eatery... "Hey! - it's beautiful Rania". Total surprise. I haven't spent time with Rania for months, perhaps even a year, or more. We first met in Malaga, and now, purely by coincidence we meet again in Ibiza. Rania is a very interesting person. She won't mind me telling here, and hopefully I can introduce her to U75 at some point. Whatever, she is going to feature greatly in my 'Alternative Ibiza' experience from now on cos we love each other like brother and sister.
Briefly...
Rania was born to a Dutch mother and Algerian father. She grew up in Holland. Sadly, her mother died young and her father decided he wanted to return to Algeria and the Muslim culture he was familiar with. Rania chose to stay in Europe and go it alone. Cutting a long story short, she found herself in Ibiza and quickly found work as a club entertainer with the big name venues on the island. She then went on a crazy ride to fame and stardom in Germany and Holland. She has the most unbelievable voice - beautiful, beautiful stuff.
In her own words; she lost it to drugs. Spent a huge fortune (we are talking HUGE fortune) on coke and lost a couple of years, or so. She still has plenty of good friends, and she is very happy and drug free today. She is beautiful lovely, but a little bit crazy She sings to me. She loves me. She has just given me the biggest pick-up when I really needed it.
I have no cash. I don't give a shit. Somehow I am eating very healthily. Still have beers and cigs with a little MJ. I have good friends. And, now I have some gorgeous female company to paint to.
Rania will feature here soon (if she ever returns with my bike!).
Woke this morning and whilst recharging phones and laptop enjoying a beer for breakfast on the pre-opening terrace of a very exclusive eatery... "Hey! - it's beautiful Rania". Total surprise. I haven't spent time with Rania for months, perhaps even a year, or more. We first met in Malaga, and now, purely by coincidence we meet again in Ibiza. Rania is a very interesting person. She won't mind me telling here, and hopefully I can introduce her to U75 at some point. Whatever, she is going to feature greatly in my 'Alternative Ibiza' experience from now on cos we love each other like brother and sister.
Briefly...
Rania was born to a Dutch mother and Algerian father. She grew up in Holland. Sadly, her mother died young and her father decided he wanted to return to Algeria and the Muslim culture he was familiar with. Rania chose to stay in Europe and go it alone. Cutting a long story short, she found herself in Ibiza and quickly found work as a club entertainer with the big name venues on the island. She then went on a crazy ride to fame and stardom in Germany and Holland. She has the most unbelievable voice - beautiful, beautiful stuff.
In her own words; she lost it to drugs. Spent a huge fortune (we are talking HUGE fortune) on coke and lost a couple of years, or so. She still has plenty of good friends, and she is very happy and drug free today. She is beautiful lovely, but a little bit crazy
She sings to me. She loves me. She has just given me the biggest pick-up when I really needed it.I have no cash. I don't give a shit. Somehow I am eating very healthily. Still have beers and cigs with a little MJ. I have good friends. And, now I have some gorgeous female company to paint to.
Rania will feature here soon (if she ever returns with my bike!).
Tried a new pitch today. TBH expecting drops whilst painting in public isn't working. I will have to sketch more boring stuff for cash. Better than shoveling shit for a living?
I'm working in front of a designer outlet shop. During a moment of boredom I browsed the window. There are a pair of jeans in a sort of warm grey colour with subtle bleach marks. They look like spunk stains. One spot in particular was exactly where I imagined my bell-end would fall if I was wearing boxers. I decided if I saw them in a second hand shop for €3 I would decide against them. That stain was too embarrassing even for a scrufshyster like myself. Curiosity made me check the price. €435! FourHundredAndThirtyFiveFuckingEuros for a pair of spunk stained jeans! Obviously, people stupid enough to fall for that are not going to have the slightest bit of interest in what I am trying to do.
Looking for new pitch tomorrow.
I'm working in front of a designer outlet shop. During a moment of boredom I browsed the window. There are a pair of jeans in a sort of warm grey colour with subtle bleach marks. They look like spunk stains. One spot in particular was exactly where I imagined my bell-end would fall if I was wearing boxers. I decided if I saw them in a second hand shop for €3 I would decide against them. That stain was too embarrassing even for a scrufshyster like myself. Curiosity made me check the price. €435! FourHundredAndThirtyFiveFuckingEuros for a pair of spunk stained jeans! Obviously, people stupid enough to fall for that are not going to have the slightest bit of interest in what I am trying to do.
Looking for new pitch tomorrow.
You have days when you just spend far too much time questioning your own sanity. Cold today. Cold wind. Just lost myself in my painting. It was so quiet for a Saturday. Spent my last pennies on a coffee with cognac. Had pretty much given up on the cash front. Happily got into my painting - very clear about where it is going from here. Sort of Two styles in one ATM. Need to keep all that I like and find a happy, melodic balance before getting into the light.
Pause for a break. Wonder about my own sanity again. Then someone asked me if I would like some food. ¡Por que no! Gracias. Two minutes later and she returned with a huge plate of hot moussaka and chips Proper spotty dog that. Warmed my belly, heart and soul all at the same time. 30 minutes later someone called to me "un regalo desde los Reyes" and dropped something in my box of paints. ¡Gracias! Muchas gracias. Had almost forgotten about it. Started packing up at about 8PM, looked in the box and there is a folded €50 note! That should last me all week. I only seem to have to pay for tobacco these days. Free food comes. Free beer comes. When cash comes, it comes big, but very rarely. A tough day that ended on a high. Progress...
Pause for a break. Wonder about my own sanity again. Then someone asked me if I would like some food. ¡Por que no! Gracias. Two minutes later and she returned with a huge plate of hot moussaka and chips
Proper spotty dog that. Warmed my belly, heart and soul all at the same time. 30 minutes later someone called to me "un regalo desde los Reyes" and dropped something in my box of paints. ¡Gracias! Muchas gracias. Had almost forgotten about it. Started packing up at about 8PM, looked in the box and there is a folded €50 note! That should last me all week. I only seem to have to pay for tobacco these days. Free food comes. Free beer comes. When cash comes, it comes big, but very rarely. A tough day that ended on a high. Progress...
