Introspective dream-style participations from the fogbound clutter of the Landscape Manor. The Baron, host-manque of ammonia, the princely wit Thursday, tearing the tatters off the edges and forced to look clueless and un-helpful. In his tired voice, a debt to Steve Abrams, a nod of gratitude to Ken Westerlund, one discovers the offspring of a monopod and a tripod, peculiar yet siimilar.<br />
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"An unforeseen destiny interrupts all the illusions of desire and all the rationalisations of liberation." - Baudrillard
We love what we do at Show and Tell Gallery, and we ask for no more than a bit of attention paid to those whom we bring to the stage. Melissa Sillitoe signs them up, Nikia Cummings spreads the word and I gruffly co-produce and capture things for posterity as best I can. On […]