| A Note About Paul Storey and Rose Warnock |
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They’re two of our favorite artists, Royal College graduates and with a storied history of exhibitions and whatnot. We recently had the joy of visiting them in France, and I shot a fair amount of footage for this site of Tad and Paul talking about the art, mythology, and the nature of creativity. Check it out here. Paul and Tad are collaborating on a project based on the Niebelungen, i.e. Wagner’s Ring Cycle. Should you want to contact Paul and Rose about their art, there’s a link at the bottom of the page.
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November 27, 2007 | 08:16 PM
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| “Because she’s full of good ideas and she follows her heart” - TW |
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The original site that was here – shadowmarch.com – I blogged on that back in the caveman days, and was surprised (and gratified) by the response. (Here’s an example of the stories I used to tell there.) So I thought I’d give it a go again. Actually that’s an understatement because it’s delish to have your own blog, innit? What you’re probably going to find on this page is: all about Tad, rapidly metamorphosing into, my writer’s life or my businesswoman’s life or my life as a mother or my art obsessions or my dog obsessions, or wherever my ego (which is robust, sometimes too much so) pulls me.
The comedy in the house at the moment centers around a creature known as the cacahuahua. I leave you to your own insights about the name. There is nothing you can visualize that’s anything as awful as the reality of living with him right now. Mind you, there’s nothing as funny as watching all three dogs skidding down the hall because they think they’re about to be fed, then one by one they slam into the door frame. Doggy car-crash -- quite pathetic. As I often remark to Tad, it’s like living with Shakespearean clowns. Or Didi and Gogo, for people who are up on their Samuel Beckett. They’re also just like those weeny androids in Bladerunner, made by J F Sebastian for his own domestic amusement. They crash into the doors too.
I want everyone to know – but most especially Tad – that I have sincerely regretted each and every one of the dogs. But it’s still his fault. It’s all the pheromones he laid on me. It’s the truth, I swear.
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November 07, 2007 | 02:01 AM
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