Saturday, 4 July 2015

Barcelona bound...

Barcelona and surrounding towns. Work please?

johncolley@hotmail.com
Tlf: 689 744 929

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

Papagayo.

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.

johncolley@hotmail.com
Tlf: 689 744 929



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.

WORK PLEASE????

johncolley@hotmail.com
Tlf: 689 744 929




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.

Anyway...

Anyone want to get involved in this: http://lalimoneraproject.blogspot.com.es/

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.

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


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.






Monday, 29 December 2014

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.


Saturday, 27 December 2014

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.


Wednesday, 24 December 2014

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!




Tuesday, 23 December 2014