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.

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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.

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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.

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