Sunday, 27 December 2015

Christmas dining in the mind of a young Pablo Picasso.

Photos may come later.

I was invited to join a very amiable bunch for Christmas dinner in the building that was the childhood family home of Señor Pablo Picasso. And, very nice it was too. Fabulous food, fabulous company - thank you very much.

Malaga is Picasso city. He was born here, but left for La Coruña aged just 10 and never returned. The Picasso museum is fabulous, but I have not been tempted by the Casa de Picasso (or, Picasso foundation) yet. Cash is tight, and I am having to put in every hour working on the streets just to get by day to day ATM. The Picasso foundation is home to an archive of all sorts Picasso, a library and a recreation of the living room of the home complete with a painting by his father on an easel. His father was an artist and art teacher. Later the family moved to Number 15 of the same building. It is a Five story building on the North side of Plaza de la Merced. At the time it must have been a very middle class/bourgeoisie place to live. On the edge of the old town, just a stones throw away from the working class terraced streets. A very priviledged place to live as a child.

On the 5th floor of the building I was enjoying fine French cuisine, good company and wondering what was going through the mind of a 10 year old genius Picasso during his days here. The balcony looks over Plaza de la Merced towards the cathedral, across roof tops and DOWN! It is like viewing the World from a very different perspective. Common today to be living at such an elevated height, not so common back then. Young Pablo probably played in the plaza, looking up at the almighty obelisque, at his own home, tops of the buildings barely discerning the tiled roofs. From his home he would have been looking down mostly, and across - tiled rooves were now square blocks, the trees had no trunks, the obelisque was reduced... This different perspective is made all the more 'unworldly' with the vast space in front of you. It isn't just the elevated point of view, it is the sense of spacial awarness makes you wonder more about dimensions, relative distances, the relationship of objects withing their environment. Pablo grew up with this (until he was 10). This is where the seeds of Cubism were sewn into the fertile young mind of a painting genius.

I will try to paint what I am trying to explain. Not a cubist painting, or painting in my own 'sort of style', but, trying to put myself into the young mind before it evolved to what is now recognised as Cubism. Fun. Just one more reason to hang in Malaga for a little longer.

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Malaga Old Port.

I have been asked to do this sketch Four times now. It interests me. The way Malaga has changed. It is from an old photograph (I guess the turn of the 19th/20th Century). There is no castle even though the castle was built in the7th Century. Much of the sea has been reclaimed. Malaga port is a very different place today. The castle was rebuilt in the 1960's. Before then, the mound of a hill was all houses built from castle stones.

What the port was back then?

Today, I find the continual "drumdrumdrumdrum" of almighty cruise ship engines in the background of a city  very reassuring. Not sure why? I enjoyed the same noise in Ibiza. Can't recall enjoying it in quite the same way anywhere else.

Thursday, 10 December 2015

More portraits.

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Diana. Part of the fabulous team at the Picasso bars in Plaza de la Merced. A local personality rather than an international celebrity like Rihanna below.

Monday, 30 November 2015

Smartphone Portraits

Portraits for Christmas.

Happy clients so far, so I have decided to invest  a bit of money and time on promotionl materials. Also acccepting orders online to post. Anyone interested can send a photo to for a quote including post and packing.

Thursday, 12 November 2015

Back in Malaga I have a smart idea.

Marbella was fun for the weekend, but by Monday it turned into a huge retirement village for the lucky few from all over Europe and Russia. Even the cruise ships were just bringing in more grey hair. A few wigs and colourful tints. All retired people - very few retired people buy art, their houses are already full of stuff they need to uffload to pay for the drugs to keep them healthier and alive longer. Some seem to worry that money is going to run out before they die and the drugs just keep getting more expensive. Personally, I see a very simple solution, but I will probably change my mind if I ever make it passed 70.

Police would not let me work either. Strictly no 'street activity' without permission, so obviously I can't reccomend for those wanting to 'Fund Their Own Travel Adventure' for anything other than a good, affordable, off-season break.

I don't like smartphones.

For all the good I see in smartphones etc I see more damage. Mostly damage to my sketches on the ground as people walk over them whilst Twattering and Feckbooking. "Sorry" they say, "I didn't see them". Well look where you're walking then there is no need to feel the need to apologise. Can't be a nice feeling (like people give a flying f***).

I need to tap into the peoples' love affair with the smartphone. This is how an artist is going to try:

I suspect almost everybody using a smartphone will have a favourite photo on their device. A picture of a friend, a loved one, pet (or, most likely a f****** selfie!). Simply email me the photo (in original file size and format so I can print it out after optimising) and I will turn it into a beautiful charcoal and ink portrait for collection the next day. €10 deposit, a further €29 on collection, or delivery. If I get the orders I could comfortably churn out Four a day.

The perfect Christmas gift :)

Friday, 6 November 2015


I have never tried working Marbella, so here I come. Out of seaason fashion resorts can sometimes be very lucrative for artists like myself. Weather looks good - fingers crossed.

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All work greatly appreciated.

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Where is the real Malaga?

As much as I like Malaga, and have no doubt the designers and tourist engineers have got it right, personally it has always lacked something.

Huge investment in art and restructuring are paying dividends in so much as attracting international tourists and cruise ships. This time last year I almost sensed a bit of resentment from some local corners. Today everybody is appreciating the benefits.

Malaga is booming in many ways. It is very nice to see.

But, I have a small problem. Malaga lacks honesty.

The statue of Picasso in Plaza de la Merced is a lie. He never sat there in his later years. In fact he left aged just 10 years never to return. Malaga´s supposed new alternative barrio is Soho. Soho in London is South of Holborn. Soho in New York is South of Houston. Soho in Malaga is erm...erm... just a pretend Soho. It goes on.

Perhaps in time the polish will lose it´s gloss and we will all be able to see the real Malaga (north of Plaza de la Merced for anyone really interested).

They really didn´t need to do this. But, whatever, it all works financially.

Friday, 16 October 2015

Too much time on my hands?

Amongst many childhood memories that remain as clear as day is the image of a very content, happy and peaceful Grandfather 'fishing' during a family reunion at a place called 'The Waters Meet', or 'The Waters Edge', or something like that just outside of Tewkesbury, Gloucestershire. An old roadhouse style pub that had adapted to become a restaurant, hotel and pool fishing retreat.

Here was a man approaching his 80`s very obviously enjoying retired life. I don't remember seeing any fish in net never mind on hook. What I do remember is the silver cigarette case packed with filterless Park Drive and the smell of Scotch eminating from his breath and a very neat leather lined hip flask. This is perhaps the reason I remain a very content, happy and peaceful smoker and drinker myself (yes - I started aged 11!). It is the sort of very powerful psychology marketeers and advertisers can only dream about using thankfully. 

I had a great deal of respect for my father's father. He had lived through a war that took the life of his wife, lives of family, friends and customers at his Black Country fish and chip shop. [This may, or may not be true - families can be the biggest distorters of history, but as a 10 year old it was undoubted fact].

Move on 40 years and this very content, peaceful and happy 3rd generation drinker and smoker is wondering "what's up with all this Freddie Starr business" in the Olive Press?

We read about Freddie's fall from fame. Apparently he is living hand to mouth whilst driving his Mercedes. Perhaps he means 'pump to tank'? I am not sneering - it is not the news I want to read. We all make mistakes. Perhaps a high profile mistake and a much harder fall from a much higher high is a relative thing?

Most of my waking hours are spent on the streets and plazas in Spain (and other countries). I am not a rich man - I am an artist who spends much time socialising with fellow street people. Homeless people reliant on help from others for the most basic hand to mouth lives. Families who are effectively squatting and dependent on food banks. Many of them British ex-pats who used to enjoy relative luxury watching Freddie on TV every Saturday night from the armchair in their suburban semi-detached homes.

We all know where I am comming from here? I am not so sure I know myself!?!

Freddie is obviously a broken man. Even though I have never been a fan, I don't wish to read this anymore than I like to read about the horrors of Syria today. I feel very fortunate to be living in peaceful times in Europe. "Life could be much worse Freddie. Stop looking for sympathy. Stop running. Get your shit together. Get to work again. Find new material relevant to life in today's context. It is never too late to start again."

Many of the homeless people I speak with would actually find symapthy, or even empathy - he doesn't have to ask. However, until we see a better man today we are not going to give it.

Sell your Mercedes if you have to. Put on some unpaid benefit gigs for homeless charities. Start again and then start resolving your problems. We want to hear laughter. See smiling faces, reconciliations and the never give up 'British bulldog spirit'.

If this story continues I hope it does so happily and gracefully. If it doesn't go that way I will probably continue to follow it anyway. It is a free paper and sometimes I get very bored. Such is life. Times change. We all have to adapt out of neccesity. I would prefer to read good 'news' Freddie.

You can also read stories keeping the 'Costa del Crime' image alive and well. All in the name of investigative journalism of course.

The Olive Press - bringing the Daily Hate to sunny Spain.

To be fair, they do report very responsibly on more sensitive issues. I would like to see them continue sucessfully for that alone.

Spanish Malaga remains a very nice place for all to enjoy. Just don't go reading the ex-pat press unless your sense of humour is well lubricated.


Edited for spelling from a W0bberly keyboard and to add...

The Olive Press has changed much. Originally it had a strong environmental leaning and reported news locally from the province of Granada. I was just a bit shocked at how much it has changed. I guess agenda number One for any newspaper is to attract readers. Agenda Two would be to keep readers. If this is what people want to read fair enough. My gripe is with tabloid style ´news´all over Europe ' not simply The Olive Press. Every newspaper and editor will always have an ulterior agenda. In the case of The Olive Press I like that agenda. Environmental issues are kept in the spotlight, and the way they report on immigration issues is 100% unbiased. Good for them.

Friday, 9 October 2015

Malaga again again.

Slight deviation in plan. I am now back in Malaga working in Plaza de la Merced mostly. Another shout for work - I am on an almighty mission to get to California!

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Malaga again.

This is not Malaga. That was Granada.

I am on the road again. Looking for work. Any work. Malaga for a week at least. Then Barcelona, or Madrid.

Charcoal sketch on canvas and very colorful Alhambra in acryllic.

And, a photo of me with some very special young company.

I am a very lucky man!
Work please anybody.
I will do the rounds tomorrow.

Monday, 17 August 2015


Change of plan!

Work please?
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Sunday, 12 July 2015

Saturday, 4 July 2015

Barcelona bound...

Barcelona and surrounding towns. Work please?
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Any work. Those who have been waiting;sorry - I am almost there. Took a long, long time to recover from having everything stolen last time I was in Barcelona!

Maya and Maya :)

Monday, 22 June 2015

Evolution of a Goddess/Maya/Suza and Milo

Still in the Granada trap. Think I've said many times before; it is not a bad trap. This unofficial mural is now making a redundant building in Plaza Nueva more useful! Next wall another time.

Friday, 15 May 2015

The Granada trap!

Barcelona on hold. I am staying here until the end of June just because I like it and I have some work. Like it lots actually. It is still the best city for many, many reasons.

Plans change, but ATM; Barcelona from end of June. California end of October. Anything in between and after.

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Back in Granada...

A regular scene now a mural in Hotel Plaza Nueva. These are good jobs to get. I will explain another time.

Barcelona bound next week.

Wednesday, 15 April 2015


Finally ready to move on from sleepy little Nerja. I'm told Papagayo was much more lively once upon a time. Nice free base these days ;) Story is the leaseholder got closed down on late hours and noise infringements. Turns out the owner had already struck a deal with the council to sell. Place gets knocked down to make more sleepy beach space, and a smaller, quieter chiringuito takes it's place.

Anyway... very gentle winter. Thank you Nerja, but I need to make something better happen. Special thanks for the commission that made my passport and flight re-schedule possible. Greatly appreciated.

Granada to Barcelona to ??? Eventually California.

Work please.
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Friday, 20 March 2015

Rainy days on the Costa del Sol.

What to do?

Small sketches from memory in the dry, warm of a nice bar. These towns are not built for rainy days.

I like the alternative reality of deserted seaside resorts on rainy days. I know it spoils many peoples holidays, but I like the other perspective that rainy days reveal. An occassional umbrella - maybe a dog and owner on a beach. The plastic and neon are somehow isolated from reality without the sunshine and the people. It is as real as any other thing in contemporary Spain. However, the starkness of a modern, totally fabricated by man environment becomes exposed. Stripped naked for all to see for what it really is. I like the meloncholic moments of sitting in a shelter, drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette and watching nothing other than lighting streaks out at sea and rain fairies in front of your feet.

Looks like we have days of it to come. Hope it doesn't spoil too many holidays. I quite like it.

Friday, 6 March 2015

Before I leave Nerja... a little history and stuff.

I like this place. So, do many other people. Property prices are closer to Marbella prices than usual Malaga, or Granada prices. The slump hasn't affected Nerja quite as much - the demand is still there.

Due to the geological history it has many small coves with secluded beaches. This time of year you can find a small beach for yourself with rare interruptions. Full English breakfast in the sunshine, looking over the sea and considering a swim whilst finishing off with a cigarette and beer. €6.10 at cafeteria Jamaica. My taste buds were reminded of life back in East London. No indegestion here mind. Nice, relaxed start to the day. A little unhealthy perhaps, but I am going swimming in the sea later. All this in March :) You can do it in February, or even January also!

On the Eastern edge of Costa del Sol with views towards the mountainous province of Granada. In 1884 a huge earthquake destroyed the village and sent entire mountains sliding into the sea. Very evident today with small coves and good little rock climbing cliffs. The village was rebuilt, but what you sea today has only really happened during the last 40 years, or so. When the new autovia was finished Costa del Sol boomed, and so did Nerja. However, Nerja has managed to retain something that many villages lost. It has some authentic charm and historical context. You can watch local fisherman working on the beach in the morning. Tiny lanes meander through the old town leading you from beach to beach. The only really commercial feeling part of town is Burriana - the largest beach.

People don't expect artists to enjoy conservative places like Nerja (it is very conservative and very 'grey'!), but I love these places out of season. Surprisingly very inspiring. Relaxing with plenty of time for thought, yet the fun side can also be found if you enjoy an alternative approach to life. No more expensive than Granada if you choose to live the way I choose. Great for a family holiday also.

The history is fascinating. Read about it on wikipedia I know about the legend of the caves and tunnels that possibly reach the Alhambra in Granada. Plenty of prehistoric evidence here also. There is a misleading tourist information board on the Balcon de Europa which states that the original fort was destroyed by the English. It should really tell you that it was destroyed by British forces (apparently Irish) in support of the Spanish fighting Napolean during the Peninsular war.

I have just one gripe. The tourist information board by the market place tells all about how Nerja has been inspirational to artists for centuries. So, why do the police threaten to take me to the station if they catch me sketching big again? "It is my work" I tell them. They then point at their guns and tell me to respect their work. It gets to you eventually. You start wondering if the people who robbed all of your belongings are the innocent and you are causing people and society a problem by creating art. No musicians allowed either. A single moan, but an almighty moan - it spoils the atmosphere for everyone. Music and art adds a huge amount of touristic value to towns. When are the authorities going to realise?

Couple more days then I move on.

Thursday, 5 March 2015

Heading to Barcelona.

That was Nerja. It was very pleasant. If I ever make it to 140 years of age with money in the bank, I would happily retire here.

As things are I have neither the years, nor the cash necessary for such a life. Has been fun on a day to day subsisting sort of life, but not much more. Pleasant enough. Strange at times also.

Onwards to Barcelona.

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Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Staying put for the time being.

I like Nerja, so I am staying here until I have a new passport. Speaking with many locals who have lived here all their lives, and many people who have been visiting all their lives. Seems it was a very small place not so long ago. I will post a more detailed history of Nerja another day.


Anyone want to get involved in this:

It is a winner. New website will arrive, but the blog is purely about recording progress and getting people involved. Watch it evolve.

Thursday, 12 February 2015

All change!

Dammit. I was so close.

What does a street artist do on rainy days in off season coastal resorts? Well, there is at least a new cake to choose.

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Early morning coffee in Nerja.

Very nice here. Highly recommended off season coastal resort break.

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Very close to new passport application! Only took me Four months.

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Evolution of a Goddess 18.

Did I spell Goddess right?

This is the final sketch. The painting will be very different and won't appear here until it is exhibited in California. I am still a long way from a new passport.

This is Josh. Just trying to align myself with the real street artists. One of the more interesting people I have met here in Malaga.

Looking cool as there Josh.

Off to Nerja tomorrow. I hope it will be better than here even though I can't really complain much about Malaga. It got me through January comfortably, but I need to be saving cash now rather than just subsisting day to day.

Friday, 16 January 2015

Off season holiday resorts.

Love them.

January in Malaga. I like it as far as off season holiday resorts go, but they are trying a little too hard to be 365. Sure, the weather is nice. It is OK. But, stop trying to sell a lie.

It just looks too sad for all involved.

Malaga is missing the point. Here is the point. They will never get it.

Who knows?

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole...

This one has been in my head since day 1 here in Malaga.

A few years ago I met a guy in Sitges. He must have been over 100 years old! He invited me back to his house for a drink and to see his collection of photographs. Totally fucking amazing!!! Pablo was a good friend of his. A collection of photographs of the collective of their day. All of them.

I will tell you why Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole; he was stinking rich (you should see his old house here). TBH his art doesn't really cut the mustard for me. I find it very emotionless and bland. Even the scary stuff is just a bit, well, meh.

I am painting in a traditional way with new materials. Putting a proposal together for windows of a very special hair salon. Mr Picasso never had to do this.

Working from this photo. I will `post the results another day.

Friday, 2 January 2015

My new look for 2015.

Well, it wasn't a bad year. In a bit of a hole now due to Two robbing episodes (little fucking cunts). Other than that, all is pretty good.

Rock and fucking roll. I found the earring on the street, so decided to open up an old hole. Why not?

--/yeah. I know/--

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Malaga Bad!

Like dealing with policia local here isn't bad enough. Beautiful city selling itself on it's artistic reputation, but they do not like artists here. They really do not like artists.

The bin men do not like artists. Three days work trashed by some ignorant cunt.

They had absolutely no reason to do this other than trash my work.

This is Malaga. Selling itself on a new rebuilt reputation, but trashing art as it is today. WANKERS.

So close to a new passport, then you get this. 

I am going top the papers tomorrow.