The Widow Twanky of Contemporary Art

introducing ............

Sunday, November 27, 2005

The portal to the new website is coming along nicely, all we need now is lots and lots of content and we are away.

Anonymous said...: comment comment comment; 3:45 pm
Anonymous said...: Itwas 3AM in the Cafe des Artistes and I was feeeling numb again. Jean-Paul lent over to me, his black leather jacket crinkling to match the wrinkles on his face. Gauloise, absinthe and a lifetime of late nights wafted towards me. "Window Twanky", he said "Go, and see the Window, put some iron in your soul!"
The alleyway was buzzing with high blue neon and the low Blues, which wafted from the dustbins. Something moved slowly across the wall. The smell was Chanel and cats, it was welcoming and it was dangerous.
"At last" I thought "I'm Home!"; 2:47 pm
Anonymous said...: Happy New Year to The WIDOW, not the Window!
LOve & stuff
Julie x; 10:53 pm
Anonymous said...: The widow, she knows you know. I have been in some strange places in my time, but this twanky zone has a dark allure that I recognise.
It must be the moon ridden eclipse that darts out from behind the rosemary bush on a saturday night.
Dogs are not the only howling creatures around stroud. There are Poets in the grass, artists in the flower beds and were that not enough; the trees are beset with dancers and storytellers.
Are you one of these widow twanky ?
xxxxxxx dark girl; 8:57 pm