welsh garden

I saw this cobweb on a bramble while I was getting all my stuff together for college and it reminded me firstly of Jonathon Parsons' carcass, one of the artists we where advised to look at for this project, but visually more of Aboriginal map symbols. Aboriginal maps are probably among the most fascinating because other than the guiding symbols painted in ochre there are certain markers in the terrain, much like Richard Long's Maps/Sculptures(another artist we where advised to study). And that, in my opinion is what makes them so interesting: the navigational device is in fact the very terrain it would otherwhise be a reprisentation of. It's too late for me to develope an idea from that, after all this is my "Map" so to speak, but I thought it would be worth taking note of, even this late in the process. And I am thinking of experimenting with this kind of sculpture, and possibly a short film on top of this. If I do, I'll find a way of getting them on this blog.

adios

Well, I left Deia tree days ago and I'm getting used to life back home. Only my body-clock's a little fucked and I'm only home for a week before I move into the Halls of Residence in Swansea Institute of Higher Education. This is the last picture I took of Deia as I left in the car for Palma Airport. Every one who goes to Deia loves it, and I'm no exeption. I've got the bug and I'm going again first chance I get. This was a journey in itself and I think this Blog was a good way to reprisent it. But the journey doesn't finish until I walk into that old building on Alexandra road, so I'm not done yet.

mates

These are my mates in Deia. They left a couple of days ago exept for Tom in the blue t-shirt.
Names From Left: Ryan, Ems, Tom, Alex and Debs. Tom's staying as long as I am and last night we got invited back to Anna Freil's Villa that her and David are renting! I kind of felt like a fish out of water, every one was really well put together, even Tom and his brother George, and there was me, all grunjed up and already pissed as a fart. Well, long story short me and Tom drank four of the eight bottles of wine consumed that night and I K.O'd on the floor. To make up for it I ended up cooking breakfast for every one. Rock 'n Roll!

my room

This is where I'm staying. When they said "You can sleep in the garage..." I hesitated and said "O.K" (Quite slowly) but the I walked in and thought "Blimey! This'll do!" It's huge. There's a ping-pong table and a trap door that leads down to a room filled with matresses!

paella

Francisca cooks a paella. It's basically sea food like prawns, muscles and fish with rice, saphron and pepers. Sounds relatively easy like most other Catalan dishes but it really isn't. Because it's sea food you've got to get it right.

the jet set

This rather tight-arsed looking place place is called "Alba." Despite it's post modern minimalist feel and upper-class appearence it's actually quite chilled out here. Every current generation in Deia interacts in this place, it's not just for young ritch tourists, or in my case, piss poor "friends of the family." It's kind of a Caffe/Bar with "Open-Mic Nights" on Thursday nights on the roof. The food and drinks are very cheap, even by "us common folk's" standards and you can even connect wireless to the internet from there. Not to shabby in my opinion.



Having said that, Crist what a Celeb hotspot! I've seen Bob Geldof at least five times now and I've spoken to his "Pete Doherty-Obsessed" daughter Pixie a couple of times now. She's actually really nice and down to earth, but I can't seem to get near her father. Having said that I don't think that many people could, and to be honest I didn't really want to. I was having a conversation with Pixie about music and I had my "Kurt Cobain" vest on and she said she never really got his music. Consiquently we then kind of tailed of into a conversation about "Junkie-Friends" and wanting to change the subject Pixie asked me in an "off the wall" kind of way what I thought of her father's music... I'd have much rather stayed on the subject of "Junkie-Friends" to be honest. You know that scene in "Austin Powers-Goldmember" when Scott tells Dr.Evil that he loves him and Dr.Evil gags on his own insecurity and discomfourt? Picture that and an urgent need to go to the toilet. I honestly wasn't star-struck in any way, I just didn't want to hurt her feelings and I desperately needed a piss, but I couldn't lie coz I'd had three double-vodka and cokes. I don't hate his music I just don't particularly like it either. But thank fuck, she was fine with it, I think she even laughed but that might have been at me and not with me, I was a bit of a mess that night... The night before I'd met up with some other English speakers (I don't think it's very likely I'd have met some other Welsh speakers) and don't ask me how but we ended up in Anna Freil's parent's house; well, their friends house but they were staying there. Debs, who was slighty sloshed, in true drunken English fasion started complaining about the French. This was at a point when I was really clicking with Dez(Anna's Father) because we both spoke Celtic languages, and I was thinking to myself "Debs,shutthefuckupshutthefuckupshutthefuckupshutthefuckup!" Although Debs handled Dez quite well (He's on the ball but really intense) he gave her an adequate roasting for her blatant drunken generalisation, and I hoped that that would be the end of it. But then George, in true semi-posh drunken English fasion said (after a very long and ucomfourtable pause) , "Don't even get me started on the bloody Germans!" I swear my forehead hit the table and I made a noise like a newly castrated bull.

grapes

This is pretty much the first view every morning on the way to work. Fransisca told me that I can pick anything of the trees during work if I'm hungry (as long as it's edible): Grapes, figs and apples mostly; it isn't quite almond season yet .