Entries by Norman Warwick

INDIANA JONES ON HIS LAST CRUSADE

There is a street along to the church in Haria town centre that is, in December, a little piece of heaven in a world that feels at the moment like it is taking us to hell in a hand-cart. The trees are tastefully draped in single colour lighting (left) and the church is floodlit. Either side of dusk there are two or three welcoming restaurants, street markets stalls serving mulled wine and such, and couple and families, tourists and locals taking a gentle evening stroll.

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Sculptor, JASON de CAIRES TAYLOR continues to inspire

I don´t believe that art can exist in isolation. Da Vinci´s Mona Lisa surely speaks in some way, even smiles in some way, to characters in crayon-drawings by five year olds, and the stone horses of The Rising Tide discuss the state of the world with all who ever stop to look at them, in different light and waterscape depending on the time of the day. The work itself surely engages in conversation, even if not in agreement, with the Another Place exhibition / installation placed on the Crosby coastline in the UK by Antony Gormley.

THE FLATLANDERS: Treasure Of Love

To understand the Flatlanders and the unique alchemy that melds the diverse range of Hancock’s mystical panhandle poetry, Ely’s roots-rock drive, and Gilmore’s emotional hillbilly twang, there’s no better document than their currrent album Treasure of Love.