Le Théâtre du Grand Guignol translates literally into "big puppet show." Horror isn't the first genre that comes to mind when thinking of puppets, but gore and taboo are specialties of Le Théâtre du Grand Guignol. The theater, located in Paris' racy Pigalle district, was known for its encounters with the law, having been shut down by police censors for such atrocities as portraying prostitutes and vagrants on stage. From 1898 to 1914, director Max Maurey measured the success of a Grand Guignol play by the number of audience members who fainted.
The Wooden Cow Gallery and Art Space slays the expectations set by its small, shopping-center setting. Works of art adorn the walls as a shifting mass of visitors admire acrylic and oil paintings, bronze sculpture, jewelry, photography and beckoning belly dancers. The gallery floor feels crowded—a reflection on the presentation of original works, the attending ArtsCrawlers and the ability to get large quantities of art into what appears tiny from the outside.
Albuquerque and its environs are associated with artists of the painterly variety who come here for “the light.” Yet come November, it’s the writerly types who can be seen at quiet corners of cafés and kitchen tables littered with stale cups of coffee and whatever authorial talismans we hope will lure the muses. We are hunkered down over a keyboard or scribbling wildly into a journal, having accepted the colossal dare of /nanowrimo.org[/urlNational Novel Writing Month. Last year, 527 of us from all over the state participated in the national challenge and NaNoWriMo (as it is nicknamed) may attract more foolhardy scribes this year. We participating writers share one thing: A fervent hope for the fortitude to complete the required 50,000 words in an astonishing 30 days.