The Evolution of a Goddess.

Grand title in the context of an ongoing personal Project – it can be as grand as my imagination allows. Whilst times are hard I’m killing boredom by sketching ideas for new paintings onto floor board offcuts collected from a skip. This is this afternoons evolution:

I am returning to Steffi and the Prickly Pair. The first of many paintings based on conversations I have had with people. Projecting my imagination into a future they suggested, or even described, each painting losely represents a Goddess from a religious belief. It is good fun, and provides loads of scope for ideas and inspiration. The style is influenced by many. Perhaps mostly by the work of an artist a friend introduced me to just as I started to dabble with oils (Ken Kiff), and German Expressionist Art.

Anyway...

How to protect your eggs in a communal kitchen.

It is suggested you write your name on your food with your check-out date. I had a better idea. Nobody is going to fuck with my eggs. Eat. Drink wine. Then send email to beautiful friend letting them know you are thinking about them. Wake in the morning trying to ignore the embarrassment.

Somebody and their dog is going to be next Goddess. It is going to be fabulous on a large scale with a big story. In the meantime; how the fuck do I escape Malaga, get new passport and get to Ibiza? I am not going down well in Malaga. Perhaps Nerja is worth a try.

Contact details.

Tlf: 689 744 929
johncolley@hotmail.com

This blog has proved to be very worthwhile as a 'business card'. I really need work NOW!

Anything. Don't want to read as being as desperate as I am, but, I bloody well need work right now. Christmas was more expensive than profitable.

Staying in Malaga until I have the €320 I need to get back to proper work.

Christmas Eve stroll about town.

Very quiet here. This is the way Spain is on Christmas Eve. Everybody is probably in church now. On a stroll around town I bumped into Josh. Interesting man. He made this art:

He explained to me how the seagull was still so fresh the insects hadn't started to spoil it. Took a while to twist the head of the body apparently. The brains are probably still fresh.

Whilst I was chatting with Josh (there were a Hundred stories to discuss on his bench - the seagull head art is just a small part) a mate appeared with a new friend. She was disgusted by the art. He was appaulled at me for introducing her to Josh's art. I think they missed what I saw, and what Josh saw. I mean, after all, wasn't the first ever Christmas card a picture of a dead robin bleeding into snow? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this work by Josh would fetch a tidy sum presented in the right gallery/context.

.........

Josh shook the orange tree and 64 oranges fell to the ground. 64 from such a small tree! 64 from a single shake!

Happy Christmas :)

I am doing yet another Christmas and New Year in a backpackers hostel. It is fun. Still no closer to replacing my passport, but at least I have a bed in a warm dry place. I am still getting fat whilst getting drunk.

There is something very wrong in this World. None of us can really be worthy of the solution. We can all try not to be a part of the problem. I mean; bloody hell - look at all those wasted oranges. There is at least 64 jars of marmalade there! 64 from such a small tree!

Malaga 10 years ago.

Still there?

A little bit of human interest.

I have avoided putting other people on my blog for some years now. But, we don't really care these days do we?

Mike and Kenny. Very nice people who are used to being posted on the net. Kenny is from Virginia, serving in Gibraltar - really nice, relaxed guy. Mike is from Carlisle and is currently heart broken. Nice people. Very nice people. Thank you to both for allowing me to publish you here. Thanks for the vodka and beer also ;)

Malaga beach.

Sketch.

Another day. Another Dollar. Well €uro actually.

Malaga is very nice.

Much has changed for the better since I last visited. Here is a nice pic of nothing.

Another day.

A little drunk last night!

Here is today's sketch.

I do not get on with MSG. I wish the chicken kebab shop warned me. Knocks me for 6 like a bad virus. No more kebab. I can barely breath. They are putting this shit in everything these days. It is shit.

Running a Malaga thread here for anyone interested. Strange bunch. Strange place, but they have given me good advice in the past, so I am going to annoy them ;)

Here we we are.

Malaga.

In Malaga for a few days to replace stolen papers. As ever, any work of any description greatly appreciated.

Tlf- 689 744 929
Johncolley@hotmail.com

The magic waters of Durcal.

Almighty health giving powers and instant new hair apparently. That will teach me to go taking the mickey out of Andalucian cooking ;)

Hands up here. My own fault for being so gullible (drunk).

Durcal.

No photos. Sorry. Prehistoric PC and very slow ADSL. Another day.

Durcal is a village about 25KM from Granada. I love these little villages. No style. No chic. No bullshit. Just people making the most of what they have and enjoying it. Today is wet, windy and cold - "en tu's casa!". I have a plan for pudding.

Juan is doing something traditionally Andalucian. Everything in the pot at the same time to boil into a sludge. Easier to digest than it is to swallow.

I am doing pudding. Spain does cakes brilliantly. Other than that, pudding normally means flan.


You will need...

Some MaryJ. Don't waste your money on buds. Leaves and offcuts will do the job (something about the butter increases the THC uptake by a Million fold).

A pear for each person.
An egg for each person.
A little butter.
Milk.
Egg yolks.
Sugar.
Cinnamon.

Fry your leaves in a little butter (in a frying pan). Simmer with a little milk. Add cinnamon.

In a pan, prepare the custard. Whisk the yolks with fine sugar. Simmer with some milk. DO NOT BOIL!

Fry the pears in a mix of butter and milk. Add a bit of salt, sugar and cinnamon as and when.

Pour the cannabis milk mixture into the custard pan. Make the custard (refer to the internet if you are not experienced).

When your pears have caramelised serve. Sleep well. Do not attempt anything other than sleep. Or, sex. Sex is good also. If you are lucky enough to share this experience with a beautiful woman wearing nothing more than a touch of Channel Nº5 I am jealous. Enjoy.

Caramelised pears with marujana custard.

It is a variation on traditional English pudding. I have no oven, so all has to be prepared on hotplates. Pics will follow.

Nobody is going nowhere!!!

An old favourite.

Paintings, or chocolates?

Steffi and the Prickly Pear (a long time ago).

"Hi Steffi. Hope all is good."

La Limonera Project.

I was recently introduced to a Limonera. I was also recently introduced to some chocolate.

La Limonera Project is a new project.

YOU
HAVE
NEVER
TASTED
CHOCOLATE.

This is a game. It is called 'how to sell the World's most expensive chocolate'. Starts soon. Anyone can play.

Back to Ibiza.

Work please.
johncolley@hotmail.com
Tlf: 689 744 929

Smart phones and death.

Smart phones and death.

The fundamental affect smart phones are having on society. Somehow they have managed to turn the internet into something very insular and selfish. From a World of open information into a cosy little lie you choose yourself. Nice, but dangerous.

I spend the vast majority of my life on the street. I like it. My life is very simple - uncomplicated. I am a very happy and content person. Very little money, but priceless freedom. However, I am a bit preoccupied with ideas for making cash to take to America (cos' it is Merica and you need cash and stuff). Looking around me it seems there is still 'crisis'. Well, crisis for most, but the richest are 9% richer this year than last year. This means the rest of us are 9% poorer this year. The money hasn't vapourised - it is still there on paper at least. It is all going on smart phones, service fees, accessories and app's.

I have found a beautiful product. Amongst many other features it has 8GB of storage and the most fucking awesome sound you can imagine from a 4CM x 4CM x 4CM cube. Cute as, lovelly feel, perfect weight. Place it in the plam of your hand and you feel rich. After talking to the people who make them in China it seems I can buy each one for less than the cost of a packet of cigarettes. How do you sell an unbranded product like this online? The biggest selling factors are the sound and feel. How do you communicate intangibles like this on the net?

All the time I spend on the street I see many things. During the past few months I have witnessed exactly the same scenario Four times...

Young woman on moped (it has always been a young woman - this is not a sexist thing to say) approaching a pedestrian crossing, one hand on handlebar, one hand on smart phone Facebooking, or Twittering herself, or summat??? The roads are wet and greasy. The lights suddenly turn to red (from amber) and in a moment of panic she hits the front brake just as the tyre is making contact with the white bands of the pedestrian crossing on the road. Three times I have picked up the moped, stood it on the pavement, then returned to help the victim to her feet and brush her down. No more than cuts and grazes. A bit of bruising perhaps.

Exactly the same scenarion everytime. Last time I watched the moped skid along the road. It came to a halt against the guttering of the pavement still with the engine reving and humming. Picked it up. Turned the key to kill the engine. Put it on it's stand. Picked up the smart phone and walked towards the sprawled woman to help pick her up and dust her down. Oh shit! Deaded!!! Head so obviously dislocated from the rest of her body. Instant death at 10KPH. Shook me up a bit. I looked at her with that horrible feeling of shock, sadness and recognition of your own vulnerability and fragility. Life gone in a moment. Dead.

It matters nothing to her anymore. I considered the family and friends I do not know. The grief.

I went and bought a can of beer. Sat on a bench. Tasted the air and felt the sounds. Fuck the money. It will come when it has to - it always does. The people I see everyday make me smile. Make me happy. I tell them they are beautiful, because they are beautiful for making me feel very happy and lucky to be alive.

Life, death and smart phones and external speaker devices. I am bored with sketching street scenes. I want to sketch more naked women. Preferably living. Carelessness causes grief. People think I am irresponsible - I am not - I make it my job not to be responsible for anybody other than myself. If I kill myself with a smart phone I will only have myself to blame and nobody will miss me. Well, some might (hopefully). When I do eventually die (we all do eventually) I want to be fed to the fishes. You can think about me when eating your next kipper, or sardine, or other scavaging fish. It is the way I would like to be remembered. In the meantime, I am off to buy a can of beer and sit on a bench, and probably draw some more boring buildings. None of the girls I know here will get their kit off for me. I have a very fertile imagination mind. Sometimes dreams are better than reality - dreams rarely go wrong in a consequential way ;)

The Beast.

Hello Chasbo!

An old painting for new ideas...

Just an example of what I like to do.

Granada for a bit longer.

I like it here even though it is very difficult to make money. Nice place. Good people.

Work please?

Tlf: 689 744 929


Ibiza in approximately Two weeks time from now.

"Who is The Lost Photographer?" people ask me.

The Lost Photographer is a scruffshyster, itinerant artist today. He used to work for big name companies in London, New York and Berlin (amongst other places), big name companies like GlaxoSmithKline, Unilever and others (they probably wouldn't like me telling people these days). He also worked alongside some of the World's most respected creatives and graphic designers on the 'periphery' of the advertising industry. He is a multiskilled talent! Any work will do. As I have said before; I can even clean toilets creatively.

Today I will be back to selling BIG sketches on the streets of Granada. Unless it rains again.

Itinerant itinery.

Back to Granada.

I have a painting I have to do. It has to be done in the right place. The right place is Ibiza.

Granada (1 week) awaiting new passport.
Ibiza (if I can get there with photocopy of passport).
Mallorca.
Granada.
*California.
Canada.
Alaska (for an icecream).


That is my vague plan from now until this time next year.

WORK WANTED EVERYWHERE!!!

*Especially here.

Madrid, Autumn 2014.

Back to Madrid. So what has changed?

Not a lot. I still really enjoy this city. There is a new city electric bike scheme. Seems to be very popular. The secret Chinese secreted below the fountain at the top end of Plaza de España is as popular as ever. Healthy eating for just €5 to takeaway. The huge monolithic Telefonica building has gone. The entire plaza is much better off for it. Talking of buildings; Madrid knocks spots off Barcelona architecturally for me. It is a fabulous mix. Talking of buildings take 2; The British Embassy (now consulate) is located at the top of one of Spain's tallest (if not the tallest) buildings. Effectively the Fourth tower of Los Cuatro Torres it is a very prestigious spot. Fabulous views. Great space. Bit of a trek out of town (I have done it both ways Twice now out of necessity rather than joy, but it was worth it - much to see in Madrid away from the tourist centre). It must cost a fortune to maintain. So, what do they do there, and how many people are employed there? One person and a security guy! I reckon the space is costing somewhere in the region of €200,000 a year. All that for nothing really. Not much they can offer British Citizens in Spain these days. An emergency travel document for a 40% premium over the cost of a full 10 year passport is about it. They have a computer you can use. I'll moan about the British Embassy website another day - it is absolutely fucking shite. The ex-embassy remains as a glorious badge representing the very worst of Capitalism today. Just a BIG FAT LIE basically.

That is it today no? Everything is a lie. People are buying into lies. This is the end of the Capitalist road. How many times can you sell empty promises and lies?

On the plus side, it seems everybody is beautiful today. You can buy into the stereotype and photograph yourself so easily. Beauty has never been so accessible. I wish that wasn't just another lie!

Ugly git signing off. Madrid is being very kind again. Keep the work coming please. I am still a long way from replacing everything that was stolen in Barcelona. New Two year itinery will be posted within a week. In the meantime I am enjoying Madrid. All enquiries welcome...

Tlf: 689 744 929
johncolley@hotmail.com

Or, find me in the usual places. Plaza de Oriente. Palacio Real. Gran Via opposite Metropolis.

The wars on your television will never be explained.

Here goes another one!

Brilliant. A long time ago now.

I am struggling to replace passport. Seems things have changed for some reason.

Work please! My skills are vast and varied. I am not just an artist, I can clean toilets and shit like that also.

johncolley@hotmail.com
Tlf: 689 744 929

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In the meantime: all the talk in Madrid is about Ebola. Apparently Real want to sign him for €80,000,000!

Bad joke. Bad times.

Life's been good.

I am on a California anticipation vibe.

Took my chances on a big jet plane...

Thank you very much for the ticket. I am going to California.

Firstly I need to replace my passport.

Here is my plan...

Granada for another day, then head to Madrid and claim my new passport.
Flight to LA in a very few weeks. I am going to do the West Coast. San Francisco, San Diego all the way upto Seattle, then Vancouver before heading back to my home in Granada.

Work please people. Here, or in Madrid. I really, really need it now. I need a new passport - it isn't cheap!

Being banned from the internet.

It is a very interesting lesson. I have been banned from yet another web forum for slagging off thieves and pointing out their nationality. This is rascist apparently. So, hey, anyone travelling to Barcelona please don't blame me for telling you most of the street thieves you have to look out for are Moroccan. Perfectly OK for me to discuss this rationally with fellow people in my community who happen to be Moroccan, totally not allowed on an annonymous web forum like Urban75.net.

My problem here is not with Morrocans. My problem is with dirty, fucking, little thieves firstly. Secondly with the establishment who let them get away with it, and why they let them get away with it. The fact that they are Morrocan is not irrelevant. The majority of Morrocan people in Spain recognise this.

I see everything on the street (except my stolen bags). Every thief, Every secret police. Every methadone addict. Everything.

There are many different theories as to why the Morrocan teenagers are allowed to get away with their thieving. Mine is very simply that the authorities want someone to blame who isn't their 'home' problem.

Any fuckwit who wants to call me racist and ban me from their poxy web forum can do so. I know who I am.

FUCK OFF Mike Slocombe and all your controlled cronies. You want to side with dirty, little fucking thieves. Carry on. You want to side with racist systems? Carry on as you are under your pseudo liberal banner.

Appreciate the internet for what it used to be and work to protect it.

*no excuses for my spelling here*

California bound.

Well, Obviously, I am just planning a 90 day art holiday.

Beds, work, stuff... all welcome.

All help greatly appreciated.

Granada. Back to base on recovery mode!

Work needed desperately. I need about €3,000 to recover all that has been stolen and replace my passport. Any work is greatly appreciated.

Tlf: 689 744 929 (mobile number remains the same)
johncolley@hotmail.com

Mostly I need a laptop. I had several projects in progress relying on a laptop. Almost everything can be replaced in time - theives have become a hazzard of the job I have learned to accept. But, I am gutted that they got my Seiko pilots watch after 20 years plus of ownership and reliable, stylish time keeping. Other than that f*** them. Sad fuck losers.

Onwards and upwards! Have paper. Have pens. Have a can of beer :)

101 ways to get robbed in Barcelona volume 58.

·sigh·

Can't be bothered to moan again. Third time being robbed in Barcelona. Second laptop gone this year. The streets are getting meaner.

Thankfully, I made it back to Granada to start all over again. But, no passport, no bank cards, no cash, no laptop, nothing more than the clothes I wear really. I am unfortunately well practiced in these situations, but what if you're not? Without passport you cannot receive money transfers and the British embassy seem to want you to book flights and pay them €124 for emergency travel documents!

What would you do?

Progression.

Not great photographs, but...

Dalt Vila, Ibiza.

The view from a boat in the port somewhere.

*Flower Power*

*Flower Power*

Every Tuesday at Pacha is Flower Power night. Placa des Parc is decorated to promote the event. CND symbols, flowers and a life size Jimi Hendrix adorn the bars. The trees are wrapped in multi-coloured chiffon dressings. It creates a very nice atmosphere in the plaza even if it doesn’t inspire me to visit the club and fork out extortionate prices for a bottle of water.

At around midnight the beautiful young hippy promotion people gather to parade their way around town singing and dancing to Sister Sledge. Erm… yep – Sister Sledge! I will willingly admit to being quick to pounce on any credit card toting hippy if a bit of micky taking seems appropriate. On the other hand I do enjoy the fashion. It seems the new young hippies are referring to a retro period of fashion rather than a cultural and social movement born from the original beatniks.

Many of us grew up listening to pop music with a political message. It was healthy. Now, the politics in youth culture is hidden. It is hardly main stream. Perhaps I’m listening in the wrong places, and perhaps I really shouldn’t expect to find it on a party island like hedonistic Ibiza? The island mentality on top of holiday mode does leave you feeling a bit distanced from the reality of the rest of the World.

On top of that, Flower Power night is just a bit of fun. I shouldn’t feel my heart sink when I see a poster advertising Paris Hilton playing at Amnesia either. Nor, that poster of the twat with the name that reminds me of Robbie’s dog out of Eastenders – that annoys me every time I see one. But, along with ‘up your crack’ shortest short denims and the San Antonio scene, it all makes Ibiza seem a bit naff. I was expecting more chic, but the place is actually a bit of a style vacuum. That may well come down to this years fashion for what appears to be cheap and tacky cool. Not the fault of Ibiza, but the fault of homogenised nations and a powerful US cultural influence on the hoards of tourists who takeover for summer.

Anyway, I shall return in winter. It was nicer then. And, I very much look forwards to next summers tasteful, romantic fashion of long flowing hippy skirts with sparkly bits. I especially like the sparkly bits. Time to bin the short shorts and put your arse cheeks away. We’ve all seen enough.

I can’t say all that about Ibiza without mentioning that there is some fabulous style here. I’ve previously written about Cotton Beach Club (not a single minute I was there did it feel like work), and Hotel Es Vive. There are others. And, there is some very stunning ‘modelling’ of beach wear going on at Figurettes ;)

Two weeks remaining in Ibiza.

Before Two weeks in Barcelona and Sitges. Work required (here and there).

Tlf: 689 744 929
johncolley@hotmail.com

How to Fund Your Own Travel Adventure.

The book (part 1) is comming soon in electronic format. Very soon hopefully.

How to Fund Your Own Travel Adventure by The Lost Photographer is an entertaining travelogue and comprehensive guide for anyone wishing to pay their way around Europe. Part 1 covers just Spain and will only be available in electronic formats. Anyone buying Part 1 will be issued with a password to access an accompanying website with ongoing, continuously updated information. The full version of the book will cover the majority of Europe and will also be available as a printed version (at a later date). The accompanying website for the full version of the book will also be supported by a members only website with discussion forums.

How to Fund Your Own Travel Adventure will hopefully stand up well enough simply as a travelogue. The book isn't just a guide for those wishing to give it a go themselves - it is a fun read regardless.

Whether you are, or would like to be a traveling artist, musician, street performer, massues, street pedlar, or offering any sort of service as an itinerant, or just looking for seasonal jobs enroute, you will find the book full of extremely useful information. The website with updated information will also be very valuable. The guide includes the following sections (many locally specific to each city):

Selling.
What sells.
Pricing.
How to sell and building your sales confidence.
Where to sell - the best pitches in each city, and how to spot a good pitch.

The Law.
Your rights.
Applicable European and local laws.
Where and how to get professional legal help if needed.
Obtaining permission (if needed and available).

Traveling.
Tips for budget travelers.
Bus and train routes.
How to travel for free.
Hiking route information.

Living.
Where to stay - cheap and free options.
Where to eat - cheap and free options.
Socialising with fellow traveling workers.

Emergency
Help! - I have fallen ill.
Help! - I have lost my passport, or been robbed.
Help! - I have had an accident.
Help! - I have run out of money.

Plus much more!

Ibiza was the last corner of Spain I had to research. How to Fund Your Own Travel adventure has been born out of more than Six years real experience - there is no theoretical rubbish. Hopefully, income from Part 1 will enable me to complete research for the remaining places in Europe I want to research to complete the full version. I have barely touched Italy, and never stepped foot in Portugal, or Greece. All Three countries are obviously going to be popular destinations, so it is essential I test these waters before publishing the complete version. Strange how Portugal is probably the easiest destination outside of Spain for me to reach from Granada, yet I have left it until last. I am really looking forwards to visiting and working in Porto and Lisbon - I have heard nothing but good stories about both cities.

Date of publish for Part 1 will be announced here within the comming weeks.

This blog has been a fantastic adventure that is almost over (unless it has only just begun). The World is a very big place even if it seems too small at times!

Please continue to read and follow.

Thanks.

Tunes in my head Nº60summat.

This came from a thread on the Urban75 web forums. A reminder for anyone wishing to read the 'warts and all' alternative Ibiza experience...

Alternative Ibiza?

I like toi keep my blog 'clean'. The link above isn't clean :D

A painting.

Experimental with inspirational thanks to a thread on a web forum somewhere.

It is Ibiza colours!!!

OK. It is a wrong way round painting. Haven't a clue???

Is this right time to ask for work?

johncolley@hotmail.com

689 744929

Plaza de Parque.

 

I gave this away to a lovely person from Belfast last night. Cotton Beach Club opening party - I sketched and gave people sketches :) It was a very nice evening. Cotton Beach Club is something a little bit extra special.

All OK again.

I am actually enjoying Ibiza despite the slight intervention.

Looking for a room with a view to a more permanent perspective.

Work wanted (as ever). 689 744 929
johncolley@hotmail.com

I am f***ing livid.

I am not going to let this go this time.

Spain. People of Spain; what the fuck is going on? Your banks get bailed out to the tune of €40 Billion whilst your La Liga is in debt to the banks to the tune of €20 Billion and we are told public services need to be cut. In the meantime, anyone trying to help themselves during the 'crisis' is hit with a €300 fine and has everything confiscated. Perhaps it is time you looked againd at your footballing heroes. They aren't quite the men you think they are.

Any advice on taking court action will be greatly appreciated. I am fucking well livid and ready to fight.

Occupation of a public space without permission.

€300 fine and everything confiscated for trying to do my job.

I was just sketching a scene for a client by their request. I had spoken with police previously. I went to the townhall did all the paper work. But, this morning I was charged, taken to the police station. Everything confiscated (I am down to the clothes I wear) and told to leave Ibiza, and that if I don't pay taxes in Spain I have no right to be here. All this despite the fact I have raised almost €200,000 for charities in Spain.

I am going straight back to work and to court. I will try contacting local papers tomorrow. Not sure how to go about this, but I am sick to death of being criminalised for being an artist. Fuck you Policia Local - I am up for a fight!

Returning Le Chic to Ibiza.

I was asked to sketch Hotel Es Vive
http://www.hotelesvive.com/

A very glamorous building and One of just Two hotels in Ibiza listed as heritage buildings. It has been restored with care to its original glory. Whilst sketching my imagination drifted to the days when the style players and shapers of their time might have pulled up here in Bugattis dressed to impress. It is a beautiful Art Nouveau building. Just by being here you can tell the present owners love the place and want visitors to love it equally. I wondered if this is where it all started? The start of Ibiza chic. The place certainly has panache today (why is it always French words?).


I was also asked to sketch for http://cottonbeachclub.com/

Due to open in the middle of May. It is possibly going to be the event of Ibiza this summer. A fabulous concept almost realised. Sitting in luxury on a beach of Ibiza drinking chilled champagne, or coctails whilst enjoying what has to be one of the most renowned sunset views in Europe. The restaurant will be a bit special also.

Thanks to both for the work, and thanks for returning some 'chic' to Ibiza.

Back to Ibiza (via Denia).

Work required please?

johncolley@hotmail.com
Tlf: 689 744 929

I am going to try a very different approach to Ibiza this time. Hopefully, it will mean I make enough money to finally have time to complete very long term writing projects.

Still want work though. Denia, or Ibiza.

Adios Granada.

Fuck it.

I can't afford another fine for being an artist. 'Occupation of a public space'. €150. I am public - it is our space. Frankly, if Granada doesn't appreciate the touristic value of an artist working on the streets (public space), then there are plenty of other cities that do.

I'm off on a bitter note.

As if a fine for sketching in a public space isn't bad enough, I now see I am publicly criminalised on a website. No big deal unless I am asking clients for deposits and retainers. A simple Google now tells all that I am not trustworthy, just because I sketch in public spaces.

Add to this the fact that I have never been issued with a written notice of a fine...


Fuck you Granada.

Adios!

Back to Granada.

Work please. Anyone?

Drilling for oil off the coast of Ibiza?

What a crazy idea! Understandably the entire population of the island are protesting. I suspect this may be one of the very few protests in Spain to get a result. There are lots of wealthy, influential people with homes here.

Ibiza is keeping me busy. More work enquiries each day. This place will not let me go. I knew it was a trap. Not a bad trap for a street working artist to get stuck in.

Always looking for more work...

johncolley@hotmail.com
Tlf: 689 744929

Happy New Year.

It is still Christmas here. Things arrive late in Spain.

You see, this is how it happened here. The Three kings missed the birth because they were following the wrong star and ended up in the wrong town. Beds were a plenty, so they decided to stay a night. They had a smoke, a drink, slept, and when they woke had another smoke, and thought 'fuck it, we've missed the gig already - why not stay a little longer'. It was holiday weekend after all. Next weekend was going to be another holiday. They chilled and talked about mañana.

This is why Christmas happens in Spain Two weeks later than anywhere else in Europe. It is just a Spanish thing.