OK. Here we go. This should be a laugh A continuation from the Alternative Ibiza thread in 'Travel' But, this one is not so much about Ibiza. Posting here on a new thread because... some people like reading, some people like to see my work, some people like to take the piss, and most importantly of all; there will be a record, so I can read back in future years and see how I fucked up. Keeping my blog clean, although other stuff will be there also. A reminder: My mission is to complete 20+ large format oil paintings to hit the big galleries with. I'm out for the cash. Fuck the recognition – I want the money Those who know me best will bet all they have that I will give it my best. Whether my best is good enough, or not is another matter entirely. I have survived winter. It was really, really, really shit at times, but it is done. Spring has sprung and my phone is calling. I have good work to fund my living expenses for the time being. I also have a client in Paris who has agreed to take a painting, and a fellow U75 person is buying one and helping also. The largest gallery in Ibiza have already contacted me. No details yet, but it could be the ideal launch pad to work from when I HAVE DONE THE PAINTINGS. All is good, but I am still up against it. The thieves, the police, the crazies, the selling, the doing, the talking (in all sorts of tongues), they are going to be long, long, very testing days. Thankfully, I am old enough and sensible enough to avoid all temptations of a 24/7 party island. Hmmmm... financial restrictions are securely in place! I see so many permanent drug fuck-ups here. No recovery option Progress will be charted. And, it will be progress. If nothing else I am going for it. Like seriously going for it in a way that is going to be fantastic fun. Danger, excitement, boredom, shit – the entire warts and all honest account will be here. The biggest test? Putting yourself on a pedestal very publicly and remaining calm and sane. So far today I have taken "that is a hideous dog", and "I could paint that - it is shit". Sooner, or later I will bite. No doubt about it. In the meantime... A messy start. I am far too impatient. Nothing even starts to make sense until the entire canvas is covered. This is not going to be safe, pretty, unchallenging art. I really don't give a fuck about anything other than what I like and want to do, and the fucking cash "Come on then you bastards. Throw those fucking rotten tomatoes". Not the ones with big stones hidden in them. I don't like those.