Some curators have crazy ideas. Lisa asked me to do for a show called Power One collaboration with the heavy metal and art duo Black Centipede. Bill and Jordan made silk screen printing on heavy watercolor paper and now I draw on the prints and after me they print on them again. I had my doubts but this is going to be awesome work. No fear of the white paper. And a new experience of artist quality paper. Generally, I get my papers from Chinese discount stores.

Yesterday, I woke up 6.30 a.m., caught a bus from Talavera to Madrid, left my aluminic Rimowa suitcase at my hotel in Gran Vía, cabbed to Círculo de Bellas Artes and had few gin tonics before the press conference. Nobody got annoyed for my racist slogan on the wall. Maybe it's impossible to be provocative in a white cube. Or at least be provocative and do beautiful modernist stuff like my small framed drawings.

After the press conference, where I saw no journalists, I had some tempura and sushi with the other artists and instead of the dessert I went with Fermín to Medina Mayrit Arabic baths to a massage. Later, I met my wife and her niblings in Museo del Jamón. All this was luxury fun but I in the opening I felt 83% lost. There were too many people and I was just one of them. No stardom was available.

And I don't like meeting new people. They always ask me first "where are you from?" and I just hate it. I answer I'm from Cervera de los Montes. But they say that I'm too blond. And then I ask what is it to be from somewhere:
- to be born in that place
- to have been raised in that place
- to live in that place
- to have the nationality of that country
- to support the football team of that place or country
That's fun once or twice but I had to play the same game 34 times during the evening.

Finally, I wanted to be alone and went to Cock but it was closing at 3 a.m. I walked to the hotel and the African prostitutes patrolling Gran Vía yelled me "I love you, darling".

Riiko Izawa (井沢 リイコ) has never had a boyfriend, apparently because of the extreme smallness of her breasts. One day she meets a strange salesman and ends up accidentally ordering a boyfriend. Riiko is rather naïve, clumsy, and simple-minded, but kindhearted and hardworking. She is the main character of Absolute Boyfriend, a manga series.

I asked Yuko if I'm going to be in embarrassing situations in Japan for my name. It's girl's name there. She said that it's just good, people will remember it. I'm going to Tokyo in three weeks.

In 1953, Robert Rauschenberg erased a Willem de Koonings drawing. I'd like to do the same. My plan is to get a Thomas Hirschhorn cardboard kiosk and live in it in Roma people's shanty town in Talavera de la Reina. It's important that the place is periferic, where no art people see me, I'm not going to do a performance or something. I think, Rauschenberg went to de Kooning's studio and got the drawing for free. I wouldn't dare to go to knock Hirschhorn's door, would I?

The installation at Circulo de Bellas Artes is finished. I think the little girl in the wall painting looks like my daughter.

I had dinner and drinks last night with Carlos Rodríguez-Méndez. He invited me to speak at Universidad Europea in Madrid after two weeks.

I'm reading Jean Baudrillard's El complot de l'art. Illusion et désillusion esthétiques. I haven't read this kind of books after the University but now I must prepare to speak with students who might know more than me.