#Taller Transversal

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Uncharted Territory, Part 2

Hello all! Sorry for the delay in updates. As always art credit and eternal gratitude to @trilobitepunch for her amazing art and her incredible patience.

Yakai system: 6 hours later

Mikey liked to think of himself as a turtle with many talents. With so many interesting things to do and experience in the universe, he’d never seen the point in limiting himself to just one hobby. He was a chef, an artist, and an acrobat. He was a jedi in training. He knew the importance of timing and strength. He had worked hard to cultivate balance, and perhaps most essentially, patience. Patience was the difference between a masterpiece and a disappointment. Patience was the difference between peace and agitation. Patience was the foundation of all things…

But his patience was three seconds away from socking Leonardo in the face.

“There’s a rock…and another rock…and, oh look, there’s even more rocks!”

“Thank you, Leo.”

“What? I’m just admiring the fascinating scenery,” Leo’s obnoxiously sour-sweet tone matched the sarcastic show of teeth in the smile he flashed. “You take me to the nicest places Angelo.”

Mikey pulled in a slow and subtle breath, fighting the urge to clench his jaw or bite his lip as he carefully maneuvered their ship around a small asteroid at the edge of a medium sized cluster. He knew what his elder brother was doing. He’d been doing it since he’d woken up crabby from his far too short nap, mood souring further when Mikey had refused to move from the pilot seat. He was trying to get under Mikey’s shell to provoke a reaction. Which really wasn't that unusual. There wasn’t a creature alive who could out petty Leo when he was in the mood to be difficult. The taller turtle seemed to have a sixth sense for spite, an innate talent that zeroed in on the most obnoxious and annoying elements of a situation then dialing them eleven.

It didn’t help that the environment beyond the view screen was the definition of desolation. The Yakai system was indeed comprised of a massive asteroid field, large chunks of dull grey rock stretched in all directions, dust and debris hanging limply in the space between. Two small planets sat lifelessly in the center of it all, surfaces dyed the by gas clouds of the sickliest yellow, green and cream. They were hues he would have immediately rejected from his palette, their image as appalling as they were disheartening. To top it off, the absence of wakes or other disturbances in the area suggested that no one had transversed the asteroid field in a long time.

Mikey was loath to admit it, but the hope that had burned so brightly inside him after their success with the holocron was slowly shrinking. The connection to that bonfire at his core was dwindling, heat leeched away by the seemingly ever-growing black hole of unanswered questions and unaddressed baggage trailing them. The violent introduction to his “deceased” brothers, the unsettled conflict between Leo and their father, the unusually vague details of their plan, and the anxious insecurity of meeting someone who had played such a pivotal role in their childhoods, but who’s image he could not call to mind, no matter how far back he dug in his memories. It was all starting to feel…heavy.

“Hate to say it baby bro, but it looks like this was a waste of-”

“We haven’t even checked half of the cluster!” Mikey snapped, cringing slightly as Leo locked onto the irritation in his voice.

“Running down every speck of dust isn’t going to make someone not here magically appear,” Leo argued, flashing an edged smirk that made Mikey want to kick him in the teeth.

He forced himself to relax, to soften his next words into something closer to a gentle tease. “Don’t count your smooka’s before they hatch Leo. I’d hate to have to embarrass you in it in front of Master Karai.”

George let out a happy chur from his place wrapped around Mikey’s neck, little head rubbing encouragingly against Mikey’s cheek.

“See? George thinks so too!”

“I don’t care what George thinks! George is a dumb animal who will do anything for a treat!” Leo snapped suddenly, the mood in the cabin plunging as an oppressive weight settled over it. Something alien was churning behind his brother’s irises as he struck them with a glare, something that made every nerve in Mikey’s body jolt. George cringed back, tail tightening as he chittered fearfully and under Mikey's chin for safety.

“Hey!” Mikey bristled, one hand coming up to protectively cover his friend as he returned Leo’s glare with one of his own. “You know who else doesn’t get a vote, the annoying raincloud who has contributed literally NOTHING to finding a solution to our problems! At least, I am trying! At least I am doing something other than whining “that’s not how it works!” repeatedly! And George didn’t do anything to you, so quit being a jerk!”

The tension grew as they stared each other down, metaphorical hackles rising as the siblings sized one another up. Mikey kept his face frozen in a stern scowl, pushing down the sympathetic twinge in his chest at how bloodshot his older brothers’ eyes were, how hollow they’d grown, lined with dark bags that were beginning to look like bruises. He wasn’t stupid, or blind. He knew how active his elder brother’s demons had been since leaving home, how the weight of their situation pressed down on Leonardo.

He’d wished a thousand times he knew how to help, but he didn’t. Usually, he could guess what the issue was, or prod the answers out of Leo after giving him some space and time. But those tactics weren’t working now. Up until recently, he'd known little to nothing about the missing half of his family. He still didn't know much about them, and Leo had remained frustratingly tight lipped, even though the past was clearly eating him alive.

The seeds of doubt were quick to bloom as the dark energy pressed in, a weed that threatened to choke off his inner fire as thoughts he’d pushed away for hours returned with a vengeance.

What if they didn't find anything? What if Master Karai wasn't here? What if he really was wasting their time and resources? What if he was wrong? what if....

What if he was just making things worse?

A soft coo broke the tension as George butted his head into Mikey’s throat, tiny body thrumming soothingly against his suddenly unsteady pulse. The gossamer soft sensation of unwavering trust and love poked at the edges of the bonfire inside of him, coaxing it to burn brighter in defiance against the darkness. It gave him the strength to push the doubts away again, to take another deep breath and focus only on the now.

Leo wanted a fight, but Mikey was not obliged to give him one. Maybe he couldn’t take away whatever was hurting his brother, but he could help keep things level until Leo was ready to share it. He pulled in two more breaths for good measure before speaking, careful to keep his tone calm but firm.

“I get that this has been stressful. I get that you are tired, and you don’t really want to be here. But that doesn’t give you carte blanche to be an ass. Especially to someone who can’t fight back. You’re better than that Leon.”

He kept face blank as that thing behind Leo’s eyes slowly faded away, the pressure lifting to be replaced by the lighter and more familiar signs of guilt. He kept himself still as Leo cringed and turned away to look out the viewscreen.

“…Yeah…I’m…”

A strident chime from the radar cut him off. The strain of their argument was swiftly shelved as they both leaned forward, foreheads nearly colliding in their haste to huddled in and study the steadily pulsing blip on the screen.

“There’s something over there! It’s in between those two big meteors!” Mikey exclaimed, pointing vigorously towards a cluster of oblong rocks off to the left of their view screen. “It has to be her, there’s a life support system attached to it!”

“Barely,” Leo huffed, squinting doubtfully at the readouts scrolling across the adjacent screen. “For an energy reading that low, life-support would have to be set to the bare minimum. Not great atmosphere for long time occupation.”

“But it could totally…” Mikey blinked, then groaned as Leo flashed him a tentative smile. “Omigosh, Lee that one was awful.”

“I think you mean awesome Miguel,” Leo shrugged, propping his chin on one fist as Mikey tried and failed to hide a snort. “I know, I know, my humor is a breath of fresh air. You’re welcome.”

“You are…so dumb…” Mikey spluttered in reply, any residual hard feelings clinging on from their spat offset by his own smile. Shell, Leo made it hard to stay mad at him.

“Thank you, thank you,” Leo said, sketching a half bow before blowing kisses to an imaginary audience. “I am here all week. And the week after that, and the week after-ack!”

“Nobody cares!” Mikey cheered as he pushed one hand into Leo’s face, laughing as his big brothers’ arms flailed in a comedic bid to maintain his balance. “Not when they can watch me, the daredevil Michelangelo, seamlessly thread the gauntlet of insane asteroids to investigate that signal!”

“Oooooh okay. Feeling bold today, are we? That looks kinda tricky,” Leo noted, casually leaning over to brace one forearm on the pilot’s chair.

“Absolutely! I’ve got this!”

“Alright big man,” Leo nodded slowly, gently tapping his knuckles against Mikey’s shoulder in a gesture that was both equal support and silent apology before sitting back. “Give it a shot. I am here if you need me.”

“I won’t,” Mikey replied, bouncing a little in his seat as he turned the shuttle towards their target. “Hold on to your shell!”

The engines roared under his touch, rocketing them towards the targeted cluster at heart pounding speed.

“COWABUNGA!”

“WHOAHOHO!” Leo yelled, gripping his seat with white knuckle strength as Mikey banked hard to avoid a chunk of debris.

Adrenaline fizzed in his veins, delight bubbling in his lungs as his heart started to dance in time to the thrum of the thrusters. This. This was the part of flying that Mikey actually liked. No fiddly procedures to remember, no gravity to pull or push him in ways he didn’t want to go. Space was like the ultimate acrobatics’ playground, open and empty and waiting to be filled with his amazing razzmatazz. Weaving and banking around corners, dipping down and rising up to avoid obstacles, even a spin or two thrown in for sheer flare, it all felt natural. It was fun!

Watching Leo slowly turn the same color as his arms stripes wasn’t bad either.

The radar pinged louder, and he eased the shuttle back into a steady cruising pace as Leo sat forward, sharp eyes scanning the surrounding asteroids in search of their target. Small stones tinged gently off the view screen as they drifted past, the only sound within the cockpit the increasingly strident bee-blip of the radar.

“There!”

Mikey’s head whipped around, eyes following Leo’s outstretched arm to their prize. Tucked into the shadows of a deep, craggy canyon was the faint outline of a structure surrounded by six smaller lumps.

“There’s a possible landing area on that ledge above the target, but there’s not a whole lot of room for error. Probably why the smugglers-”

“-or Master Karai-"

“-smugglers, chose this spot for their hideout. We’ll have to be careful with how we approach landing. Move over.”

“Nope, I’ve got it,” Mikey, pointing the shuttle nose towards their goal before pressing the controls down.

“Wait!”

He ignored his brothers’ objections as the shuttle responded to his command, nose dipping down sharply to aim towards the ledge. He did not need to be told what to do. He did not need to have his hand held. He could land the ship. Sweat gathered on his palms as the empty vacuum of space swiftly disappeared behind the craggy lips of the canyon walls.

“That’s a really steep approach, maybe pull it back a bit buddy….”

The engines whined as the ship sped onwards, outboard lights throwing jagged spires previously hidden by the gloom in into sharp relief. Sharp pricks of pain burst like fireworks as he dug his teeth into his lower lip, spine curving as he blocked Leo out and threw every shred of concentration into running the maze in front of him. He could do this. He could get them to the target. He could land the ship…

“Mikey, seriously…”

He could find Master Karai. He could become a Jedi. He could get his brothers back. He could …

“Michelangelo that’s way too steep! Pull up!”

The camp was in sight, the ground was growing, but somehow the ledge was shrinking. More rocks bounced off the viewscreen as the walls of the canyon closed in on all sides. Something cold and hard lodged in his throat as his hands slipped, skittering over the buttons as alarms started to shriek. His spine locked, limbs freezing as fear obliterated his thoughts with spikes of jagged grey.

He…He couldn’t…

“PULL UP!”

Blue burst through the grey as something slammed into his shoulder, forcing him halfway out of the pilot seat as iron hands clamped down on the controls. He gasped in shock, then scrambled to grab whatever he could as Leo hauled back hard on the yoke. The world spun as the shuttle jerked, banking into a tight vertical spiral as something hard screeched across the belly of the ship. Metal groaned and shuddered under the sudden strain as his big brothers’ hands danced lightning fast across the consul, shooting them back up into the void above.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Leo whooped, slumping back in relief once they were hovering a safe distance away from any debitage. “Now that was a rush!”

Michelangelo stayed on the floor, chest heaving and body shaking as he stared at the ceiling. Everything felt surreal, like he was only connected to his body by a heart that felt like it was trying to jump into hyperdrive. His lungs felt shriveled, unable to take a full breath. When had it gotten so cold? Was the air truly that thin? Had he compromised the hull in his stupid stunt? Were they in danger of collapse?

“You going to stay down there all…Angelo?”

His eyes stung as they filled with salt, and no amount of blinking managed to clear them. He had messed up. He’d dragged them out here and nearly gotten them killed and…

"Hey, c’mon bro, don’t make that face," Leo cajoled, gentle hands lifting Mikey up to stand on somewhat wobbly legs. Bright green fingers softly grabbed the lip of Mikey's plastron before giving him a gently encouraging shake. "So, you almost spectacularly whiffed a landing that could have majorly damaged the shuttle or injured us, leaving us stranded in a force forsaken asteroid field in the middle of nowhere..."

"Oh wow, thanks Lee. I feel so much better, " Mikey mumbled thickly, shooting a halfhearted glare that turned into a fully affronted scowl when Leo responded by flicking him between the eyes.

"As I was about to say, so what if it almost happened? It didn't, and it won't, because I'm here."

Leo was smiling at him when Mikey chanced another glance up, a smile that oozed confidence and compassion as he slung a sheltering arm around Mikey's shoulders.

“We’re okay Angelo."

"I really thought I had it this time. I thought I could…I just wanted to help…Why is it so hard?!" Mikey groaned, leaning into the comfort as Leonardo pulled him into his chest. Leo's heartbeat was strong and steady under his tympanum, its slightly elevated rhythm methodically walking Mikey's own heart back from its attempts to escape his rib cage.

"Can't be good at everything big man," Leo consoled, planting a gentle kiss on his baby brother’s forehead. "And you help in so many ways! Believe me, I could not do this without you Mikey. You’ll figure out flying eventually, I have no doubt. In the meantime, maybe listen to your talented, brilliant, and handsome big brother, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Mikey sighed, leaning back. "Thanks for letting me try Leon."

"Any time. Now, I’ve gotta to run some checks and land us, but why don't you go get the oxygen masks out and prep them to go for a spin."

"Will we need them? Life support still reads as active," Mikey asked as he absently shook the remaining adrenaline from his limbs.

"Trust but verify Michelito. This face is far too pretty to trust to some jury-rigged smuggler set up," Leo replied, breezily tossing his mask tails over his shoulder with a wink.

"Please, it would be an improvement!"

"Rude! Jealousy is not a great color on you Mikey!"

"We'll let Master Karai be the judge of that once we find her!" Mikey shot back, smiling slightly as he made his way to the back of the ship.

He had to stretch to his tiptoes to open the cabinet and retrieve the masks Splinter had jury-rigged for them ages ago. “For emergencies” their father had said, voice as worn as his robes when he'd held their little squirmy bodies still to adjust and ensure the blue and orange straps fit. Though the thick coating of dust on both masks attested to how little use they’d received, colored elastics faded and muted with age, the sight of these little tokens of their fathers’ love was like being wrapped up in one of his warm hugs.

“She’ll side with me.”

“Keep dreaming kiddo.”

Their banter was as familiar and comfortable, jokes and sly digs baniahing the shadows of tension and doubt with bright laughter as Leo carefully brought them back into the confines of the canyon for a smooth landing on the ledge.

“Alright, here is the plan,” Leo called, swinging out of the pilots chair and moving back to the back with an easy swagger in his step. “We are going to pop out, give the place a quick once over in full stealth style. We don’t find anything, or if we find anyone who isn’t Master Karai we book it back here, get the shell out, and try somewhere else. Capiche?”

“Capiche,” Mikey agreed, bending his head to allow Leo to check that his mask was secure before handing his brother his own and returning the favor.

“Alright, then lets jet!” Leo proclaimed, hitting the button to open the back hatch.

The air within the life support bubble was cold enough to send gooseflesh erupting over Mikey's arms and shivers down his shell. The buildings were equally cold and dark, filled with the stale sensation of a place long abandoned. Cabinets doors hung open on broken hinges, while much of the rickety furniture had either been smashed or collapsed on itself.

“Dang,” Leo whistled, flicking on a flashlight to banish the shadows clinging to the interior, “whoever was here last must have left in a hurry. And they definitely haven’t been back to clean up.”

“Maybe she’s been using one of the other buildings? You know, to stay inconspicuous?” Mikey offered, heart sinking as he accidentally kicked a piece of broken chair.

“We can check,” Leo indulged.

None of the outbuildings turned up better results beyond broken crates, and Mikey could do nothing but drag his heavy, bruised heart back to the ship.

“Come on,” Leo ordered, voice oddly gentle as he sealed the back hatch and helped Mikey out of his mask, “let’s get out of here. There are other places we can check.”

"I just...I don't understand," Mikey mumbled, staring hard at the ground as Leo moved to the front to bring their shuttle back online. "Why would the force send us on a wild goose chase? What was the point?!"

"It's like I said man," Leo shrugged as the engines whined to life, "it's just not how the force works."

"Except in this case," a soft voice said from behind them.

The two of them shrieked and jumped, limbs flailing as they spun around to face the invader. A figure stood at the back of the shuttle; body covered by a drab gray cloak with a deep hood that hid their face from view. An extra breathing mask sat innocently on one of the benches, along with two pistol sized blasters.

"Who the shell are you?!" Leo barked, fingers fluttering anxiously as they groped along the consul for something to use as a weapon. "A smuggler?!"

"Of sorts, I suppose," the figure replied calmly.

"We don't want any trouble, but believe me, we can bring the pain if you cross us!" Mikey blustered, waving his fists.

"Says the boy who once cried at the idea that someone might not want to be his friend."

"I...huh?"

"I wasn't sure, when I first started having the visions," the figure continued, moving further into the cabin. "It seemed impossible after all this time. And the results were clouded, without direction. To many possibilities. But two motifs were repeated over and over. Sun and lightning. Blue and orange. And then, just a few hours ago, the visions became clear. This place, the Yakai system. I had to take the chance. I had to…"

"What are you talking about?! Who are you?!" Leo spluttered.

Mikey blinked, arms slowly dropping. "Wait... are you..."

"I was afraid I wouldn’t make it in time… and you've both grown so much, I hardly recognized you at first. But I could never forget my boys."

The figure reached up, pushing back their hood. Stands of black and grey hair framed dark eyes and a pale face marked by fine lines of stress and age. A slim but fit figure lay beneath the cloak’s heavy edges, dressed in a worn green tunic, pants, and weathered leather boots. Empty holsters sat on either hip.

"Do you still like to paint Michelangelo?"

"OMIGOSH! YOU… YOU'RE MASTER KARAI!" Mikey shrieked, reserve giving way as he began jumping up and down. He threw himself forward, crossing the distance to wrap her in the tightest hug he could muster. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU'D BE HERE!"

Karai laughed softly as he lifted her off her feet. Her small hands patted the sides of his shell, doing their best to hold him back even with her arms pinned to her sides.

"I KNEW THE FORCE WOULD HELP US!" he shouted again, plopping Karai down before whirling around in triumph.

"WE DID IT LEO!... Leo?"

Leo did not look at him or show any indication that he'd heard Mikey at all. His gaze was riveted on Karai, blatant shock mixing with so many other emotions in an expression that was almost painful to behold.

"Lee?"

Leo's throat worked furiously, mouth opening and closing fruitlessly as words seemed to fail him. Finally, one word managed to work its way free. Small and faint, a short word nearly crushed by the weight of all it carried.

"M...Master?"

"Leonardo," Karai murmured, squeezing Mikey's shoulder before stepping forward to stand before his brother. Her hands rose to cup his cheeks, thumbs softly tracing the lower arc of his red crescent markings as she quietly studied his face.

"You've grown so tall, my little blue. You've survived, and I am so, so proud of you."

Mikey blinked hard against the threat of tears as Leo sniffed and melted into Karai's arms. Despite being the same height as the woman, his older brother seemed to shrink until his head fit neatly beneath her chin, face hidden in her shoulder as his hands came up to desperately clutch at the back of her cloak.

"I have so many questions," Karai murmured thickly, gently rocking on her feet as she cradled Leo close with one arm while reaching out to Mikey with the other. "But first, let me hold my brave boys."

[classic-vintage-bmw]

1991 BMW Z1 Coupe Concept

In 1991, BMW unveiled the Z1 Coupe Concept, a bold prototype crafted by BMW Technik GmbH, the company’s experimental division founded in 1985. Building on the Z1 Roadster’s innovative sliding doors and plastic body panels, the Z1 Coupe Concept reimagined the platform as a sleek shooting brake. Its elongated roofline and spacious rear hatch contrasted the roadster’s open-top design, while retaining the iconic vertically sliding doors—a feature that posed practical challenges for the taller coupe body. The prototype, primarily constructed from clay, wood, and plastic for its exterior, used a minimal steel framework to replicate the roadster’s galvanized chassis, ensuring structural alignment with the Z1 platform. Displayed as a full-size, non-functional model, the Z1 Coupe never progressed to production, yet its quirky silhouette hinted at BMW’s future experiments with unconventional coupes like the Z3 Coupe.

The Z1 Coupe was a testament to BMW Technik’s mission to push platform versatility and explore derivative models. The Z1’s architecture, with its steel chassis, flat aerodynamic undertray, and removable Xenoy thermoplastic panels, was designed for flexibility, enabling variations like the coupe and even theoretical all-wheel-drive configurations. Designated internally as the “Z2,” the concept, shaped under Harm Lagaay’s design leadership, blended E30 3 Series cues with unique features like roof bars, dual exhausts, and mirror-integrated spotlights. The prototype’s construction, combining a steel skeletal base with clay and plastic bodywork, allowed rapid design iteration while maintaining ties to the roadster’s engineering. Though high costs and niche appeal halted production, the Z1 Coupe’s platform-sharing vision influenced BMW’s development of the Z3 and Z4, showcasing the potential for scalable vehicle architectures.

Aerodynamics and engineering innovation defined the Z1 Coupe, mirroring the roadster’s advanced design. The Z1 platform featured a drag-optimized underbody shaped like an inverted wing, delivering 1g of lateral grip on standard tires. The coupe prototype, while non-functional, was built to reflect these principles, with its steel chassis core ensuring compatibility with the roadster’s transverse-mounted silencer and aerodynamic features. The concept retained the 2.5-liter inline-six engine in theory, offering 168 horsepower and 164 lb-ft of torque, though speculative plans for a 1.5-liter turbo engine, inspired by Formula 1 and aimed at Pikes Peak, surfaced in BMW’s archives, as noted in BMW’s Hidden Gems. These ambitious ideas underscored BMW Technik’s boundary-pushing ethos. The Z1’s engineering DNA, rooted in its steel and plastic construction, informed the structural rigidity of later Z-series models.

Though it remained a prototype, the Z1 Coupe Concept left a lasting mark on BMW’s legacy of bold experimentation. Its shooting brake design and platform-sharing strategy prefigured the cult-classic Z3 Coupe, proving BMW’s knack for blending practicality with driving passion. Publicly revealed in 2010 to celebrate 25 years of BMW Forschung und Technik GmbH, the Z1 Coupe, with its clay, wood, and plastic body atop a steel framework, symbolized the creative freedom of BMW’s engineers. The sliding doors, though less practical for a coupe, epitomized the Z1 project’s audacity. Today, enthusiasts cherish its influence lingering in BMW’s Z-series lineage and sparking ongoing fascination with its untapped potential.

[blametheeditor]

“Think Scott will pay me for overtime?”

“The fucker always does.”

“That we know of.”

James stares almost directly down from the vent he transversed all the way to parts and service. At the sight of Eggs hunched over the counter as he fixes something and Mike standing behind the mechanic to watch over his shoulder, the borrower finds himself immediately turning away to not be spotted.

He forces himself to stop mid-step. Because these aren’t dangerous humans who will immediately try to put him inside a jar. These are his coworkers, ones who found out the resident doctor’s true height is no taller than three inches.

If anything, they prefer it when he’s pocketable instead of human size.

Debating on whether or not he wants to participate in the chaos inevitable to come and always gets worse when a borrower is involved, James takes out his climbing hook and thread. Carefully latches it onto one of the vent’s blades before tossing the rest of the string out into open air. Glances over to see both Eggs and Mike have yet to notice or acknowledge him.

Taking that as a challenge, the borrower carefully leans out as he judges potential landing spots. There’s a few, such as Mike’s hat and the counter itself. There’s also Eggs’ shoulder, and that could come with a few issues, such as miscalculating the jump and overshooting so he falls off the edge, or getting it perfectly right but scaring Eggs enough the human jumps and sends him tumbling off.

Mike’s there to catch him, though, and the night guard is nothing but observational with exceptional reflexes. Honestly there couldn’t be a better scenario to do such a stunt.

Plan set, James readies himself. Grabs his thread before backing into the vent until he has just enough to get the right angle. Then he sprints, leaping out of the vent and swinging with a perfect arch-

-straight into a hand that seemingly materializes from thin air, earning a gasp of pain from James as he slams into the palm before the fingers close around him.

Dazed from his acceleration coming to a very sudden and abrupt halt, James can only blink uncomprehendingly as the hand opens to reveal Mike. Mike, who looms torn between looking thoroughly amused and slightly remorseful. “Sorry Stitches, habit.”

“Did you…was I?” The borrower pauses as his mind attempts to catch up. “What just happened?”

“You snatched him out of the air!” Eggs exclaims, obviously impressed. “Dude you have to teach me how to catch flying borrowers!”

“Start with flys,” Mike smirks. “Same concept.”

James kicks at the nearest finger. “Don’t tell me you just casually snatch flies out of the air.”

“Yeah, we don’t like a bragger,” Eggs huffs. “Not unless you can prove it. Catch him with chopsticks next!”

[acecy-195]

Avance proyecto transversal HISTORIA

Ana Cecilia Hernández de la Torre

4 A. Emsad 46

Figuras artesanales del estado de Chiapas

Chiapas es un estado del sur de México que limita con Guatemala. Sus zonas montañosas altas y el denso bosque tropical tienen varios sitios arqueológicos mayas y pueblos coloniales españoles.

Sus hermosos paisajes con frondosa vegetación, impresionantes cascadas, arqueología y por supuesto, sus preciosas artesanías que reflejan la gran diversidad cultural de los pueblos indígenas que conforman este pintoresco estado.

Utilizando técnicas milenarias, los habitantes de Chiapas han compartido al mundo, a lo largo de los años, la visión de una cultura que exalta la belleza de la naturaleza y la historia, a través de sus manos.

En San Cristóbal de las Casas se encuentra el principal mercado de artesanías, aquí se concentra la mayor cantidad de artesanos que ofrecen sus creaciones a los visitantes. Las artesanías de Chiapas están elaboradas principalmente de materiales como ámbar, madera, cerámica, tejidos, piel y rocas.

Las 5 artesanías más conocidas del estado de Chiapas

• Ámbar

Una de estas hermosas artesanías es la joyería de Ámbar este es extraído principalmente del municipio de Simojovel de Allende, Algunas personas lo consideran como una gema o piedra preciosa, ya que sus llamativos colores que varían en tonalidades amarillas, naranjas, verdes y cafés, lo convierten en un material ideal para la creación de joyería y otras piezas ornamentales. Con este materia se crean variedad de colguijes con collares pulcra y hasta aretes.

• Textiles y tejidos

En los diseños textiles de Chiapas se usan colores llamativos, tienen representación de flores, mariposas y otros animales característicos de la región.

Hay una gran variedad de diseños, formas y propósitos, como piezas de uso cotidiano como manteles, servilletas, cojines y demás.

En los textiles se puede encontrar el testimonio de una cultura viva que ha permanecido generación con generación.

La vestimenta del estado habla de un pasado y un presente de los Chiapanecos en sus trajes típicos.

• La alfarería

En diferentes municipios de Chiapas se elaboran piezas con barro, que además que algunas piezas tienen un uso utilitario, son consideradas como obras de arte las cuales se crean con la finalidad de ser admiradas y transmitir algún mensaje del artista. Hay creaciones como jarrones, macetas, ollas o piezas que son solo decorativas que serán un increíble recuerdo de este bello estado.

Amatenango del Valle se destaca por su antigua tradición alfarera que evidencia fuertes rasgos prehispánicos. Algunos artesanos han tenido la posibilidad de viajar al exterior para comercializar sus productos.

• La talabartería

La talabartería o curtido y acabado de cuero en piel tiene especial tradición artesana en municipios como San Cristóbal de las Casas y Comitán.

En Chiapas se caracteriza por tener muchos los talleres que se dedican a la elaboración de objetos y piezas como bolsas, sillas de montar, zapatos, fundas de cuchillos y machetes, mochilas, sandalias o productos de caballería entre otros.

• Laca o maque

Esta artesanía de Chiapas consiste en cortezas de frutos como calabazas o jícaras pintadas con óleo y luego esmaltadas.

con la llegada de los españoles, aunque estuvo a punto de desaparecer, pero con el apoyo del estado para la producción y comercialización, aún sigue en pie en Chiapas de Corzo.

Actualmente esta técnica de la laca se usa no solo en frutos, también en otros objetos como instrumentos musicales, máscaras, juguetes, muebles, cofres y baúles.

BIBLIOGRAFIAS

Museo del Mundo » Muñeca #504. (s. f.). https://www.museodelmundo.org/project/muneca-504/#:~:text=MU%C3%91ECA%20ZAPATISTA,Los%20Altos%20de%20Chiapas%2C%20M%C3%A9xico

TuriMexico. (2019b, junio 6). Artesanías de Chiapas - TuriMexico. https://www.turimexico.com/estados-de-la-republica-mexicana/chiapas-mexico/cultura-de-chiapas/artesanias-de-chiapas/

mduyich@arduinna.com.mx. (2024c, febrero 14). Artesanías de Chiapas - Destinos México. Programa Destinos México. https://programadestinosmexico.com/artesanias-de-chiapas/#:~:text=Los%20mu%C3%B1ecos%20chamulas%20tambi%C3%A9n%20se,%2C%20leones%2C%20elefantes%20o%20monos

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A women-only event to explore political sexual violence

Territorio Cine and the Villa Grimaldi Peace Park Corporation invite you to participate in the Film Workshop: Representations around Sexual Political Violence. Aimed at women and dissidents + 18 years

This is an exciting workshop being held at Villa Grimaldi, the very place where women political prisoners were actually tortured. This event is open only to women and sexual dissidents, so that in a woman-only environment, participants feel more free to share and confront these triggering, traumatic topics. Even though these horrors took place in the past, these crimes were an attack on the dignity of all leftist, feminist, activist, intellectual women and is still worth talking about today.

Film workshop: Representations around sexual political violence

Cinema Territory and the Education Area of ​​the Parque por la Paz Villa Grimaldi Corporation, invite you to be part of this workshop that seeks to promote a space that allows women and dissidents to approach the audiovisual world from their own experience of appreciation and creation. , through addressing sexual political violence (PSV) as a transversal issue. 

Who can participate? Women and dissidents + 18 years

Requirements? No requirements or prior knowledge

When? Week 1: Tuesday, November 7 and Wednesday, November 8 Week 2: Tuesday, November 14 and Wednesday, November 15 Week 3: Tuesday, November 21

Hours: 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.

Where? Villa Grimaldi Peace Park Corporation , located at Av. José Arrieta 8401, Peñalolén.

Through this workshop, we seek to activate, through audiovisual practices, memories, feelings, knowledge and links related to sexual political violence. Each session will be accompanied by the viewing of a short film plus a practical exercise, which will encourage dialogue and critical reflection regarding these and other urgent and contingent topics that arise, establishing links and trajectories with intimate and collective experiences. 

With this, the workshop aims to enable participants to create their own works, through various artistic techniques, audiovisual media and archival material such as photographs, videos, letters, radio broadcasts, stories, poems, collage, among others. These approaches will allow us to redefine and address sexual political violence from a collective, collaborative and territorial perspective.  

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Xipe Tótec __________________________________________ Brenda Granados Segovia / Iván Arizmendi / Javier Márquez / Laura Marnezti / Laura Muñoz __________________________________________ Espacio Limítrofe, Ciudad de México. Julio 2022 __________________________________________

Concebido desde la noción del vestuario escénico como una “piel que se habita” temporalmente, pero que guarda la impronta y la memoria de quien lo usa, esta acción performática busca reactivar la presencia de un ser amado en ausencia. A través de los cuerpos existentes, se resignifican las huellas y el imaginario que dejó como un residuo vital.

La pieza retoma la figura de Xipe Tótec, deidad mexica asociada a la regeneración y el desprendimiento, para otorgarle una habitación temporal a Iván Arizmendi (artista del colectivo fallecido en 2019). En este acto, su presencia se fusiona con los cuerpos actuales mediante la memoria textil del vestuario, en un diálogo con los temas recurrentes en la investigación del grupo: la háptica, la proxemia y los rastros humanos remanentes en el espacio.

Una Mancha voraz Materiales mixtos sobre maniquí. Medidas irregulares. 2016 Colaboración entre Laura Marnezti y Marta Jiménez Salcedo. __________________________________________ Performance realizado durante la clausura de la exposición "Anatomía de un linaje, confección de un lugar seguro" de Laura Marnezti como parte de 'Xochbox: botiquín de primeros auxilios visuales' proyecto de Espacio Limítrofe y Taller Transversal Mx®, el cual fue realizado con apoyo del Sistema de Apoyos a la Creación y Proyectos Culturales (SACPC)

Curaduría: Iván Méndez V. y Zael von Mazon __________________________________________ Registro: Simón Sánchez

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En Guerrero las mujeres avanzan con seguridad, justicia y oportunidades en la ruta de la transformación: Evelyn Salgado

*Informa la mandataria estatal los avances en materia de atención a las mujeres guerrerenses

Acapulco, Gro., 06 de marzo de 2025.- “Hoy Guerrero vive una transformación en la que las mujeres son las protagonistas. Nuestras niñas, jóvenes, mujeres, adultas mayores, saben que cuentan con la mano amiga de la gobernadora, de este gobierno que les ha brindado apoyo, que les ha brindado acompañamiento”, dijo la gobernadora Evelyn Salgado Pineda durante la transmisión a través de las redes sociales, en la que dio un Informe de Acciones para la Equidad, Igualdad Sustantiva, Empoderamiento de la Mujer y Erradicación de la Violencia de Género.

Previo a la conmemoración del Día de la Mujer, se destacaron avances como una efectividad del 93 por ciento en la aplicación del Protocolo Violeta, así como la disminución en la incidencia de diversos delitos y la puesta en marcha de acciones coordinadas y estratégicas para consolidar un espacio seguro para las mujeres.

En compañía de la secretaria de la Mujer, Violeta Pino Girón; la secretaria de Salud, Alondra García Carbajal; la subsecretaria de Bienestar, Hilda Ruth Lorenzo Hernández y del secretario de Seguridad Pública, Josué Barrón Sevilla, la gobernadora compartió que derivado de todo el esfuerzo conjunto, la aplicación del Protocolo Violeta ha tenido un 93 por ciento de efectividad, además de que se ha presentado una disminución en delitos como el Feminicidio, ubicando a la entidad en el lugar 23; la posición 25 en el delito de Violación; el 24 en Violencia Familiar y el 20 en Lesiones Dolosas, además de que se continúa reforzando el trabajo para seguir con el decremento en los distintos rubros.

“Definitivamente se ha visibilizado a la mujer, no nada más en un papel, no nada más en un discurso, se ha visibilizado en todos los aspectos. En el empoderamiento, precisamente en esta igualdad sustantiva, en la erradicación de todos los tipos de violencia, tanto en el gobierno como fuera del gobierno, en todos los municipios, en las comunidades”, dijo.

Como parte de este fortalecimiento, se lleva a cabo capacitación constante para consolidar a la Policía de Género, además de que se enfocan los esfuerzos para concientizar a las y los servidores públicos sobre la importancia de la igualdad de género, el respeto, la equidad y el empoderamiento de las mujeres.

En lo que respecta a las acciones de la Secretaría de la Mujer, se ha continuado en la aplicación de una política transversal en la que se ofrece atención especializada a aquellas mujeres que sufren violencia, además de atender los temas de prevención. Para ello, se han realizado más de 2 mil acciones, entre las que destacan foros, pláticas, talleres, entre otros.

Todo esto se une a la red de apoyo implementada desde el gobierno del estado, que ofrece refugios, unidades móviles, así como capacitación de más de cien profesionistas.

En materia de Seguridad Pública, se promueve la capacitación y concientización de los elementos de la Policía Estatal; se ha apostado por la profesionalización de los elementos, la puesta en marcha de las Unidades de Género, entre otros. A todo esto, se suma el esfuerzo a través del Transporte Violeta, constituido por 51 vehículos en Acapulco, Chilpancingo y Zumpango, los cuales están conectados a los C4 y C5.

En lo que respecta al tema de Salud, en Guerrero se garantizan todos los derechos, sexuales y reproductivos de las mujeres, se prioriza la atención médica y se promueve la prevención del cáncer de mama y cervicouterino. En los centros hospitalarios se mantiene vigilancia para detectar cualquier indicio de violencia y su correspondiente atención inmediata.

Mientras que en Bienestar, se implementó la entrega de la Tarjeta Violeta a mujeres de entre 18 y 59 años que se encuentran en situación de vulnerabilidad, dándoles no sólo una aportación económica, sino también las herramientas y oportunidades para que puedan tener un desarrollo integral en materia de formación académica, profesional y laboral.

En este año, se beneficiará a casi 20 mil mujeres en todo el estado, para lo cual se destinan casi 173 millones de pesos.

Con estas y otras acciones, la administración que encabeza Evelyn Salgado Pineda refrenda su compromiso con el bienestar integral de las mujeres.

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Únete a la comunidad de flautistas y comparte tu pasión por la música

Únete a la comunidad de flautistas y comparte tu pasión por la música

– El Gobierno de Carlos Peña Ortiz invita a principiantes, intermedios y avanzados a formar parte del Taller de Flauta Transversal del IRCA. Conocida por su sonido característico y su capacidad para transmitir una amplia gama de matices, la flauta transversal es un instrumento fundamental en diversas tradiciones musicales alrededor del mundo. ¿Te gustaría aprender a tocarla o perfeccionar la…

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We've tested the Moto Guzzi V85 TT Travel on several trips covering thousands of miles on different terrain. Is it the right blend of performance, style, functionality, and price? Get our full written review here: https://www.advpulse.com/adv-news/moto-guzzi-v85-tt-travel-review/ With its 853cc transverse-mounted air-cooled V-Twin with pushrod valvetrain, a dry clutch, shaft drive, and quirky character, this modern classic is one of the most unique mid-sized ADV Bikes on the market. The ‘Travel’ edition improves on the standard model’s long-range adventure capability with a set of ample-sized (33-liter left; 39-liter right) panniers, heated grips, taller windscreen, LED auxiliary lights, and a Bluetooth interface to connect phone features with the dash. In this video we detail how it performed, where it excelled and some of its foibles. How capable is it in the dirt? Does it offer inspiring street performance? A comfortable cruiser for long-range travel? How does it match up to its mid-sized ADV counterparts? We answer these questions and more. Let us know if you have any questions in the comments! Source: Moto Guzzi V85 TT Travel | In-Depth Road & Off-Road Test by ADV Pulse

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WALKING HARD INTO A WALL

It precludes the step into the next we are so eager to make but all too often forsake the sheer presence of. The walls we see seem to be less there then we care to act. Or maybe those walls just act like we do to them in a way that makes them taller then us. But we are always allowing these very walls to be seen in our minds eye. The why of the walls always falls shorter then the tallest tree we dare not climb. The long cold nights waiting for trains, planes and automobiles to pass. As the SUBWAY INN keeper who exchanges tokens for broken fares to nowhere fast enough. But take the A TRAIN to FAR ROCK and the WALLS seem like waters to deep and cold to transverse. As the tide falls and masts of wrecks that slept in the bay remember the walls that they grew up in. The hands and the shipyard that cast them off to sea to be born and real. Not to be alone inside a box or walls but tall and afloat as a cork or message in a bottle BOB. As the long lashes of the crisp burning sphere disappear the porpoise turn in purpose as ORCA call the clicks in the hallowed halls. The rhapsody ricocheting off the mantle of the tabernacle of ATLANTIS.

WALLS made so audacious as to challenge the tides must abide a foundation greater than the meager parts that populate the stations. The CROSSROADS bore fruits more SOUR then grapes BASIL RATHBONE threw at WATSON as the hounds and sounds of brittle trigs awakes the filthy pigs. The walls of the waller are strewn in the feces of sloth but guuilded and traded as a condiment and distributed indelibly to the MASSES APPEALLING eye of HORSE FACE AMBITION.

Given two eyes and ears I fear the fave looking back who chooses not to do because a wall may not be there into we are NOSE TO NOSE as upwind a BIRD ON A WILD dips and grows.

5;57am 5.25.24.0000003

[mantismatsuri]

Todo ha muerto, la alegría y el bullicio

Estaba tosiendo el otro día entre la Avenida Oriental y la calle de La Playa cuando, en la esquina, la vecina de siempre me dijo que las casitas para aves, si se dejan a ras de piso, parecen trampas para ratones.

A los niños que sueñen con volar, les daremos capas de fósforo para que también brillen en la oscuridad como las estrellas fugaces.

A las niñas que quieran crecer y ser científicas, les daremos y arrojaremos diferentes ácidos para que distingan desde pequeñas la diferencia.

Envidia del gusano transversal que ignora las extinciones de su especie cuando su misma especie enloquece de fe y de afán.

Envidia del santo cordero porque los sacrifican una sola vez; en su ritual hay contrición, cantos, y oro.

Ay del que reciba la ira del esclarecido. Las cicatrices de las grandes extinciones de la especie tardan más en sanar en los animales con memoria. Y qué animales nos ocupan. Y qué recuerdos los que tenemos.

Edicto 1: recordar los trenes, los galpones, los talleres, las zanjas, los hornos, los hornos, los hornos.

Edicto 2: entregar al gorila jefe de manada las llaves de la academia de las vírgenes, y ajustar su falo teratológico con nuevas capacidades nucleares. Todo lo que está bien terminará bien.

Edicto 3: la alegría queda suspendida hasta nueva orden; pero la siguiente orden no es esa orden, sino un llamado al orden por orden del orden.

Estaba tosiendo en mi cama sin dormir ni gozar, Y pensé en todo lo que no puedo hacer por quienes sufren.

COYOTE | 19.10.23

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Etiopía 8-12T / H Planta de alimentación de pellets personalizada para la producción de alimentos para pollos y ganado

Nombre: Fábrica de piensos para pellets de animales

País: Etiopía

Fecha: 2022.11.20

Capacidad: 8-12 toneladas por hora

Tipo de alimento: alimento para pollos y alimento para ganado

Tamaño de la fábrica: 70 * 50 m

Materia prima principal de la cliente: maíz, trigo, harina de soja y otros granos

Sistema de dosificación: sistema de dosificación totalmente automático de 8 contenedores

Sistema de embalaje: sistema de embalaje totalmente automático

Sistema de caldera: Incluye la caldera y todos los sistemas de soporte

Esquema personalizado: Es un esquema personalizado para nuestro cliente

Sistema de control PLC: Contiene un sistema de control PLC totalmente automatizado

Nuestra empresa proporciona detalles de dibujo:

1. Diagrama de flujo

2. Dibujo de diseño de diseño de diseño 3D

3. Planos de construcción de cimientos

4. Instrucciones de funcionamiento

5. Producir planos de diseño de construcción;

6. Conjunto completo de dibujos de estructura de acero y lista de materiales de acero;

7. Plano de planta del taller y distribución de la sección transversal

8. Planos de construcción de estructuras de acero;

9. Planos detallados de la estructura de acero y lista de materiales;

10. Diagrama de piso;

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Posventa

El equipo de instalación profesional de Herm ayudará a las clientas a instalar y resolver problemas durante el proceso de instalación.

1. Enviaremos dos ingenieras técnicas y de instalación para guiar la instalación en el sitio.

2. Después de la instalación y la depuración, realizamos una capacitación operativa para los trabajadores del cliente;

3. Trabajadores capacitados sobre cómo mantener y proteger;

4. Basándonos en las características del producto, desarrollaremos un conjunto completo de detalles de mantenimiento para usted, incluido cómo realizar el mantenimiento y cuándo. Mantenimiento y por quién.

Envío de la línea de producción de piensos a Etiopía

Proceso de producción de piensos de 8-12 toneladas por hora Planta de fábrica de pellets de piensos

Almacenamiento de las materias primas

Hay muchas materias primas y materiales diferentes en la alimentación, por lo que se deben utilizar varios tipos de silos. Hay tres tipos de silo que se pueden utilizar en la línea de pellets de alimentación, como el silo de tolva, el silo de fondo plano y el silo galvanizado.

Limpieza de Materias Primas

Las impurezas en las materias primas de los piensos no sólo afectan a la calidad de los piensos, sino que también afectan directamente al uso de los equipos de procesamiento de piensos y a la seguridad personal del personal. En casos severos, todo el equipo se dañará y el buen progreso de la producción de alimentos se verá afectado. Por lo tanto, las impurezas en las materias primas de los piensos deben eliminarse a tiempo.

Trituración de materias primas

El proceso tecnológico de trituración de alimentos se determina de acuerdo con el tamaño de partícula requerido, la variedad de alimentos y otras condiciones. El número de trituración de materia prima se puede dividir en proceso de trituración primaria, proceso de trituración circulante o proceso de trituración secundario. La combinación con el proceso de procesamiento por lotes se puede dividir en el primer proceso de procesamiento por lotes y luego el proceso de trituración y el primer proceso de trituración y luego el proceso de procesamiento por lotes.

Proceso de procesamiento por lotes

El diseño racional del proceso de procesamiento por lotes consiste en seleccionar correctamente las especificaciones y cantidades del dispositivo de medición por lotes para que esté completamente coordinado con la combinación de equipos de alimentación por lotes, unidades de mezcla y otros equipos.

Proceso de mezcla

El proceso de mezcla se refiere al método tecnológico y al proceso de pesar los ingredientes en la fórmula del alimento y luego ingresar al mezclador para una mezcla uniforme. La sección de mezcla requiere un ciclo de mezcla corto, alta calidad de mezcla, descarga rápida, baja tasa residual, buena hermeticidad y sin derrame de polvo.

Proceso de peletización

Proceso de enfriamiento

Durante el proceso de granulación, cuando la alimentación de pellets sale de la máquina de pellets de alimentación, el contenido de agua alcanza el 16% -18% y la temperatura es tan alta como 75 °C -85 °C. También causará adherencia y moho durante el almacenamiento. La humedad debe reducirse por debajo del 14%, la temperatura debe ser inferior a 8 °C más alta que la temperatura del aire y se requiere refrigeración.

Proceso de desmoronamiento

En el proceso de producción de la fábrica de pellets de alimentación, para ahorrar electricidad, aumentar la productividad y mejorar la calidad, el material a menudo se convierte en un cierto tamaño de gránulos y luego se tritura en productos calificados de acuerdo con el tamaño de los gránulos de alimentación.

Proceso de selección

Después de que la alimentación de pellets se procese mediante el proceso de trituración, se producirán algunos materiales no calificados, como el polvo. Por lo tanto, la alimentación de pellets triturados debe tamizarse en un producto con partículas limpias y tamaño uniforme.

Proceso de envasado

Henan Herm Machinery Co., Ltd se estableció en 2010 y se ha dedicado a la investigación y desarrollo de maquinaria de fábrica de piensos desde entonces. Con más de 10 años de experiencia, Herm® se ha convertido en un fabricante y proveedor líder de máquinas de alimentación animal y líneas completas de producción de alimentos para animales, plantas de alimentos para ganado, plantas de alimentos para aves de corral, líneas de producción de pellets de alimentos para animales, etc. Siempre se esforzó por mejorar la calidad de los productos y tiene como objetivo satisfacer los nuevos requisitos del mercado internacional.

Si está listo para iniciar un negocio de planta de pellets de piensos, póngase en contacto con nosotros para obtener la máquina de la fábrica de piensos. Podemos proporcionar diseño profesional y orientación integral de acuerdo a sus necesidades. ¡Póngase en contacto con nosotros ahora!

Bienvenido Contáctenos!

Henan Herm Machinery Co., Ltd

Correo electrónico: info@hermmachinery.com

Whatsapp: 0086 18037508651

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Taller gratuito de figuras de hilo para profesionales de la salud en Museo Fonck.

Nueva publicación en https://ct2.cl/8d

Taller gratuito de figuras de hilo para profesionales de la salud en Museo Fonck.

“Las figuras de hilo en la salud”, es el nombre del taller financiado por el Ministerio de las Culturas, las Artes y el Patrimonio a través de su Programa de Apoyo a Organizaciones Culturales Colaboradoras, que busca dar a conocer algunas figuras de hilo relacionadas con el área médica.

El martes 25 de julio, a las 18:30 hrs., Museo Fonck realizará un taller de 2 horas, gratuito y online, orientado a realizar figuras de hilo ligadas a la salud, lo que permitirá que quienes participen conozcan técnicas ancestrales del área médica, replicadas por siglos a lo largo de la historia.

Gracias a esta actividad financiada por el Ministerio de las Culturas, las Artes y el Patrimonio a través de su Programa de Apoyo a Organizaciones Culturales Colaboradoras, las y los participantes podrán descubrir y practicar algunas figuras de hilo relacionadas con el área de la salud, las cuales datan del siglo I d.C, gracias a Heraklas y Oribasius, médicos que inventaron y registraron por escrito sus hallazgos en esta materia.

La iniciativa orientada a personas que trabajan en el área de la salud, está encabezada por Marcela Garrido Díaz, quien ahondará en el origen de las figuras de hilo en la medicina, la relación que tiene un médico del siglo I con las figuras de hilo, entre otros temas.

Se espera que las y los interesados tengan la capacidad de seguir instrucciones auditivamente e imitar movimientos que estarán viendo en un dispositivo. De este modo, podrán disfrutar un grato momento de conocimiento, a través de la concentración y motricidad.

La actividad tiene cupos limitados, por tanto, se recomienda inscribirse con anticipación. Para participar, deberán enviar un correo a tallermuseofonck@gmail.com. Además, quienes deseen aportar voluntariamente, podrán hacerlo a la cuenta bancaria del museo:

Banco: Scotiabank. Cuenta Corriente: 974205033. Titular: Corporación Museo Fonck. RUT: 71.159.800-6. Mail de aviso: finanzasmuseofonck@gmail.com. Asunto depósito: Aporte voluntario taller.

En relación con los materiales, los y las participantes deberán tener una cuerda, pita, lienza o lana, anudada en los extremos, de aproximadamente 2 metros.

Museo Fonck forma parte del Programa de Apoyo a Organizaciones Culturales Colaboradoras del Ministerio de las Culturas, las Artes y el Patrimonio, que busca fortalecer y dar continuidad a instituciones y organizaciones culturales de derecho privado y sin fines de lucro. Este programa además es parte del Sistema de Financiamiento a Organizaciones e Infraestructura Cultural del Ministerio de las Culturas, las Artes y el Patrimonio que integra, articula y coordina de forma transversal los planes, programas y fondos orientados al fomento y apoyo de las organizaciones, de la infraestructura cultural, y de la mediación artística. Todo esto con una vocación descentralizada, mecanismos participativos, y la promoción de la creación de redes y asociaciones.

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SACO inicia el proceso de admisión del diplomado Microcuradurías 

La inscripción para la segunda versión del programa de especialización en curaduría de arte contemporáneo, se extenderá hasta el 5 de marzo de 2024 o hasta completar los cupos. 

La iniciativa es desarrollada por la Corporación Cultural SACO, presentada por Escondida | BHP y financiada por el Programa de Apoyo a Organizaciones Culturales Colaboradoras, PAOCC, del Ministerio de las Culturas, las Artes y el Patrimonio, y espera convocar a líderes de pensamiento crítico y creativo, provenientes del Altiplano y territorios vecinos.

Esta nueva edición de Microcuradurías contará con 25 docentes de diversos países de Iberoamérica, con áreas de conocimiento que van desde la historia y geografía, antropología, arquitectura, astronomía, pasando por las cosmovisiones, la alfarería, el teatro, hasta la fotografía, el arte sonoro y lumínico, entre otros. 

Este aspecto fue destacado por Mariana García, participante mexicana de la primera edición: ”agradezco que se hayan preocupado por conformar una plantilla docente plural, que siempre nos proporcionó diversos enfoques anclados a realidades latinoamericanas y que resonaban con nuestras prácticas y comunidades (...) Después del diplomado siento una mayor confianza en mi práctica, pues sé que hay múltiples esfuerzos por construir narrativas diversas, plurales y descentralizadas”.

El diplomado está orientado a transformar al Desierto de Atacama en un punto de encuentro para artistas, críticos, gestores y entusiastas del arte, potenciando el desarrollo de pensamiento crítico y creativo en áreas afines. Al igual que la versión anterior, se desarrollará en modalidad virtual y presencial. En esta última línea se incluyen talleres presenciales en el oasis Chiu Chiu, en la ciudad de Antofagasta y en la Comunidad GEN en el desierto.

La primera versión del Microcuradurías, en 2022, culminó con 18 nuevos curadores latinoamericanos, provenientes de diversos lugares de Chile, Argentina, Bolivia, Perú y México, evidenciando la demanda y fundamentando la necesidad de replicar este proyecto de formación y autoformación, en un ritmo bianual. 

“La decisión de esta apertura del diplomado tiene que ver con los resultados de la primera versión y el feedback e interés que provocó esa propuesta no académica en el mundo de los gestores y curadores en el continente. Esperamos que sea una herramienta para ir potenciando las escenas vulnerables de los pueblos y las ciudades latinoamericanas, a través de un trabajo mancomunado de respeto territorial, resignificación y también de construcción de una red”, comentó la directora de SACO, Dagmara Wyskiel.

Puedes conocer más sobre la primera edición accediendo al folleto y al documental. Toda la información, formulario de inscripción e indicaciones para matricularse se encuentran disponibles en https://bienalsaco.com/microcuradurias-ii/.  

SACO forma parte del Programa de Apoyo a Organizaciones Culturales Colaboradoras del Ministerio de las Culturas, las Artes y el Patrimonio, que busca fortalecer y dar continuidad a instituciones y organizaciones culturales de derecho privado y sin fines de lucro. Este programa además es parte del Sistema de Financiamiento a Organizaciones e Infraestructura Cultural del Ministerio de las Culturas, las Artes y el Patrimonio que integra, articula y coordina de forma transversal los planes, programas y fondos orientados al fomento y apoyo de las organizaciones, de la infraestructura cultural, y de la mediación artística. Todo esto con una vocación descentralizada, mecanismos participativos, y la promoción de la creación de redes y asociaciones.