Sunday, 6 December 2009

Granada to Barcelona to Valencia.

I haven't posted here for a while because I've just been going about my 'everyday business' which seems a bit boring to me. However, in retrospect, much has happened.

Work has been good for different reasons. Today delivered good cash and an offer of a lift to Barcelona (I have to be in Barcelona to be on the big telly! - more on that at a later date). Other than TV, there are only a couple of good reasons to go to Barcelona as far as I'm concerned. One makes handbags and I feel as though I owe much gratitude and a chance to return goodwill. The other lives a short train ride out of the city and just makes me feel happy. Looking forward to a bit of time in good company and a break from working the streets.

Working the streets. With reference to a comment made earlier; Granada has NOT done 'a fucking Barcelona' as I put it. They have simply introduced a system that allows anyone to obtain permission to work/perform/play on the streets if they have legal papers. I have sympathy for those who don't, but have no idea why there is going to be a protest this evening by those who do. Obviously, you are not going to get permission to busk, or beg outside a bank by the cashpoint. It's a very reasonable, and fair system as far as I can see. You can play music on the streets if you're not causing a nuisance, or asking for cash without permission. That's the bottom line: 'NO MONEY MAKING ACTIVITY IN A PUBLIC PLACE WITHOUT PERMISSION'. Easy enough to get permission if you want it. Fair is fair. The police simply want to know who's in town, on the streets, and doing what.

Last Sunday was a total washout. Streets full of nothing but rain water. I took shelter under a pine tree outside a bar (the only forever dry spot I know in Granada) and was invited into the bar by a couple of good people. The thing I have always wanted to do more than anything as an artist is work for my meal and drink. And, I did last Sunday. Sketching directly on the wall for as much beer as I could drink and as much delicious soup and Russian salad as I could eat. That represents the true pinnacle of artist life to me. It's something I've wanted to do so much I've always been afraid to ask. Finally, I got an invite! I no longer feel like some sought of fraud. Memories of my past life in design studios, advertising agencies and corporate offices mean nothing. I do art for my food :)

Off to Barcelona for a few days and then on to Valencia to start walking again. Despite winter, I am really looking forward to this route. It's going to be tough financially, but 'fuck yeah' - it's going to be very, very, enjoyable.

3 comments:

bcn_ninja said...

hi john, was just talking about you today because i was sitting at the place where you sketched the church of sitges and it was the day i was leaving town, will be in barcelona until deciembre 10 and then i go to malaga. bummer ill miss you, but the police wre knocking down my sculptures twice a day and threatening me with multas, una mierda, sorry i missed you, try me at bcn_ninja@yahoo.co.uk and maybe we can meet up for a drink before i go, hoipe all goes well man, take care, Paul

The Lost Photographer said...

Hey Paul,

Great to hear from you. I'm in Barcelona now. Meeting TV people tomorrow and spending time with my favourite person in the World from Villanova Thursday.

I have your number still. Will give you a call tomorrow when I've finished doing the important stuff.

Drinks are on me. I had a very successful year on the whole!

The Lost Photographer said...

Your number doesn't seem to work.

I'll email you my number and my very vague plan for the rest of today. Would be good to catch-up before you leave for Malaga.