#art by ces and adam

[nyandela-catalogue]

Ces and Adam made some self-portraits!

Adam wasn’t sure if he wanted us to post his, but i think they’re both cute <3

Marky will draw his again soon (we technically have his as our icon), and we’ll compile them all together once they’ve all been drawn =)

-Jonah🤘

[wrestledreams]

we are each other’s executioners or whatever

[leclerc-hs]

piano lessons - cl16

Pairing: charles leclerc x femstudent!reader Summary: in which the tension between you and your music teacher finally breaks Warnings: smut, oral (f-receiving), 18+, not proofread, bad French! Word Count: 1474 Author's Note: idk I really just felt the need to write this. please correct my french if you can

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EVER SINCE YOU were a little girl and your parents placed you into piano lessons, you knew you were destined to play and write music. It became your sanctuary, a place to escape from the demands of reality and a medium through which you could mold reality into art. Now, it propels you into a university music course, where your path intertwines with that of one of the most attractive professors you’ve ever encountered. Scratch that, one of the most attractive men you’ve ever encountered.

You weren’t oblivious to his stares. The way his green eyes sometimes lingered on you much too long as he spoke in front of the class. Today, for instance, his gaze seemed fixated on the end of your short skirt, where your fingers fumbled with the fabric. He tended to single you out frequently, using you as a shining example to illustrate correct procedures for everyone. His praise for your efforts seemed never-ending. It would send you leaving the class all blushed and flustered constantly.

You weren’t completely innocent either though, and it didn’t help that he was so fucking hot. His hair perpetually tousled from running his hands through it, and the veins in his fingers pronounced whenever he played the piano. You found yourself often fixating on his hands, imagining what they might feel like on your body. It was a tantalizing thought, wondering if he could play you as skillfully as he played the piano.

His hands were artwork in themselves.

At times, you sensed the mutual attraction, a subtle dance of connection that left you questioning whether it was real or a product of your imagination. Doubts lingered until today, when Adam, the person seated beside you, relentlessly pressed to take you out. His persistent advances bothering not just you, but apparently your professor as well.

“Adam, Je te suggère de te concentrer sur ton devoir.” I suggest you focus on your assignment. Towards the end of class, it appeared that your teacher had reached a point of exasperation. “Elle ne te veur pas.” She doesn’t want you. “Arrête de perturber tout le monde.” Stop disrupting everyone. You could sense the annoyance in his tone and the way his body tensed when Adam first asked you out.

What he really meant was:

You don’t deserve her

You couldn’t give her an ounce of what she really needs

Stop pissing me off

The class responded with snickers, accompanied by a round of “Oooo burn” echoing throughout the room. You felt your cheeks turn red of embarrassment for yourself but more so for Adam.

“C’est assez aujourd’hui!” That’s enough for today! He dismissed the class. “Profitez bien du week-end!” Enjoy the weekend!

While the other students hurriedly exited the classroom, you hesitated, lingering behind. Restlessly tapping your foot, you watched as your music teacher casually leaned against the desk. His arms, robust and defined, stretched the seams of his t-shirt sleeves as he folded them across his chest, fixing you with a curious gaze.

“Est-ce que je peux vous aider?” Can I help you? His lips tugged up into a sheepish smile. 

You felt yourself fidget with the bottom of your skirt as your eyes met with his. “Oui, besoin d’aide avec ma chanson Mr. Leclerc,” Yes, I need help with my song. “Je n’arrive pas à trouver la fin correcte.” I can’t get the ending right.

It wasn’t a complete lie. You genuinely needed help with your ongoing composition. Each conclusion you attempted just didn’t carry the sense of completeness you were aiming for. But you also just wanted to be around him more. 

“Joue pour moi.” Play for me. As he extended his arm, gesturing towards the piano, you couldn’t resist the pull, finding yourself moving towards the piano and taking a seat. His attentive eyes tracking your every movement stirred a nervous excitement within you, simultaneously igniting a passionate fire. The shared moment at the piano became more than help; it became a dance of anticipation and unspoken connection.

He found himself utterly captivated by you – the way your bottom lip caught between your teeth in intense focus, the moments when you lost yourself to the music. The cascade of your hair falling behind you revealed the delicate curve of your neck. He wanted to ravish you. 

As you were engrossed in playing your song, you felt him slowly edging closer until he was standing directly behind you. The sensation of his front against your back sent goosebumps racing across your exposed skin. The contact led to one of your fingers slipping, hitting an incorrect key.

You couldn’t see, but a smirk played on his lips as he noticed the small mistake. It was subtle and almost imperceptible. Yet, the knowledge that he, someone aware of your exceptional talent on the piano, induced even a minor slip, fueled his ego. 

You were aware he had heard the mistake, but he didn’t interrupt you. Consequently, you carried on playing, immersed in the fragrance of his cologne, losing yourself in the music until you struck the very last note. The moment your fingers left the keys, you slid off the piano bench and directed your gaze towards him. You leaned against the side of the piano, your elbow propped up on it. 

“Tu es magnifique,” You’re magnificent. The words alone caused a visceral reaction in your stomach, a tightening with need. You couldn’t pinpoint when or how he had gotten so close to you again, but in that moment, you didn’t care. 

In that moment, you forgot that you even needed help with the song. All you could do is stare at his eyes, noticing how they would occasionally drop to glance at your lips.

“Oh merde, embrasse-moi, s’il te plait,” Oh shit, please kiss me. You whispered it so softly, it was barely audible. You didn’t care if you put yourself out on a limb. The constant back and forth had worn you out; it felt like an endless game of cat and mouse.

You could barely finish your sentence as his lips crashed down on yours and his tongue slipped inside of your mouth. He was gentle, but also demanding with it. Your fingers graze his hair, something you have always wanted to do, pulling him closer as his hands find a place on your hips, lifting you onto the piano.

The fingers of his right-hand sneak under the hem of your skirt, his fingers fumbling with the same spot of the skirt yours did moments ago. 

“Puis-je?” Can I? You eagerly nodded, allowing him to push your skirt up and pull your underwear to the side. He paused for a moment, just staring at your heated center. His eyes darkening in hunger at the sight of you. 

“Merde,” Shit.  He groaned. Literally groaned at the sight of your bare pussy on display for him. You were already wet before he placed the pad of his thumb directly onto your clit, rubbing tiny circles before he brought his lips to you.

“Je rêve de ça constamment,” I dream about this constantly. He moaned into your pussy, the vibration and confession pushing a needy cry from your mouth.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, immediately moaning at the taste of you. You let out a sharp cry as your back arched in response to the suction on your clit. One hand held your body up-right while the other fisted his hair in a tight grip. 

He lifted his head for a mere second just to look at you, locking his eyes with you as he pushed two fingers into your heated center. His eyes were dark, and his lips were so glossy, coated with you. You almost came at the sight of him right there.

You were moaning so loud as he curled his fingers, rubbing the spot you ached the most just right. “Tu es tellement putain de belle,” You’re so fucking pretty. He moaned before bringing his lips down you your center and pressing kitten licks to your clit. His fingers still pumping in and out of you rapidly.

It was too much. His fingers, the kitten licks, and the pressure of his nose on you was becoming overwhelming.

“Please don’t stop sir,” you moaned repeatedly. Your legs wrapped tightly over his shoulder, suffocating him into your pussy.  “Ça fait tellement du bien.” Feels so good.

You came unexpectedly with a loud cry, your thighs squeezed tightly against his head as he didn’t let up on the assault of your pussy. He took every drop of your orgasm like it was his source of oxygen. 

Your body fell limp on top of the piano as Charles placed gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs. 

“Puis-je le refaire?” Can I do it again? “Tu as un gout délicieux.” You taste so good.

Yes. Yes you can do it again.

[ellieclaireblack]

sanctuaire | sanctuary

sanctuary | noun your safe and peaceful haven a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world

{brother's best friend | fem!reader x james potter} ⪼ warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attack, disorderd eating ⪼ word count: 2k

part two: unforgivables playlist

story: sanctuaire | sanctuary

“What in the world is going on?” I got awoken by a shout and shot up. James beside me stirred and we were faced with Sirius’ face in ours.

“What are you doing here?” my twin brother faced me. 

“Sirius, I can explain.” I got up from the bed, but Sirius was already walking away, clearly hurt. I didn’t see any reasoning behind his actions but there was no way to stop him. Shouting his name several times helped nothing, except for waking even Peter, who was sleeping like the dead normally.

I sank to the floor and put my face in my palms. Suddenly two lanky arms wrapped around me. “Hey don’t despair, he’s going to calm down. You know how he gets and he’s hurt too.” Remus told me. “The two of you just need to talk.” James spoke up from the bed.

“Yeah but he’ll have to come to me, I definitely won’t make the first step. Not after him overreacting like that.” I told the two still feeling hurt. It wasn’t just Sirius not wanting to listen to me. There was just so much bottled up rage and fear inside of me. Fear that we might not surpass this, that our relationship might never be fixed again. Rage that my mother was such a terrible person, that my dad didn’t do anything against her. It was incredibly frustrating knowing you couldn’t help the one person you looked up most to, even more frustrating not being able to talk to that person even if you needed their opinion most.

“y/n please don’t be as stubborn as him, you know that way you’ll never get over this.”

“Believe me Rem I’m trying. Now I’ve got to get back to my dorm. I need to make myself ready for school.”

“Wait, I'll bring you down with my Invisibility Cloak so nobody gets suspicious of you wandering around in your pajamas.” I looked down at my body and realized what I was wearing, the cut of my pajamas was revealing quite a lot of my cleavage and due to the cold my nipples poked through the fabric. I crossed my hands over my chest and nodded at James to get up. He got the cue and we made our way to the dungeons.

“Nightbane” I whispered the password to the common room, squeezed James’ arm and slipped inside knowing I would see him later. 

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I went up to my room and quickly got dressed, since it was a school day I wore the school uniform. In the bathroom I met Flo who looked like she was about to throw up on me.

“Bonjour, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez vous? [Good morning, what’s wrong with you?]” I asked her switching into French, all children of the Sacred 28 spoke it fluently and sometimes we would switch into talking it without noticing. 

Flo made a sound that sounded close to hurling and pressed out “Sick.”

“Merde! [Shit] Give me 5 and I’ll get you to the infirmary.” I exclaimed and proceeded to make my hair via a few spells and brush my teeth. Applying perfume was the last step. 

Then I grabbed Florence’s hands and pulled her up. With most of her weight leaning on me I quickly fetched my bag filled with school essentials and we were on the way to the infirmary. 

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After I left Flo in Madam Pomfrey’s hands I made my way to the great hall. I found Theo and Adam and sat beside them. I sipped on my tea when I felt eyes staring at me. I deduced it was my twin brother and his entourage. Not shooting Sirius another look I got up again not having touched my toast and made my way to our first class of the day.

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Miss Aurelia Granville, a former auror, taught the Defence against the Dark Arts class. Consisting of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Can you believe my bad luck? 

Beside me was an empty seat, that’s where Flo usually sat. The first day back and she was already sick I couldn’t endure the day without her. The scraping of a chair startled me and I looked up to find James’ boyish grin smiling at me. The corner of my mouth quirked up but fell down as soon as I saw my brother behind him. It turned into a frown when I realized a few of my fellow Slytherins would report me sitting next to a Gryffindor to my dearest mother.

James sat down nonetheless and before I could protest Professor Granville entered the room. "Good morning class. I hope you had an amazing holiday. Today we're going to talk about the Unforgivable Curses."

In half a second all of the color drained from my face. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and my heart beat so fast that it hurt. Every curse my mother threw at me came crashing down. Every part of my body ached feeling the strike of the Cruciatus Curse on my body.

"First of all can anyone tell me how many unforgivable curses are." "Three Miss." Remus answered. "That's correct, Mr Lupin."

"And who can tell how those three are called?" Everyone remained silent not wanting to speak up and saying those three words, scared it would have an effect on the speaker itself. “No one? Come, Miss Black I know you know this."

My eyes shot uo. Why of all the students did she have to pick me? "There's the Avada Kedavra curse, for instantaneous death. The Imperio curse, for total control. And-'' My fingers shook violently now. "The Cru-Crucio curse, for excruciating pain." "Well done Miss Black. 10 points to Slytherin."

I hid my hands under the desk, but it was too late. James had already seen them. Tears were forming in my eyes and James grew more anxious by the second. It felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. Minutes passed and the only thing I heard was the blood rushing in my ears. I could see Professor Granvilles lips moving but couldn’t understand a single she was saying.

I had to get out of here. "Professor Granville?" I said raising my hand, doing my best to keep it from shaking. "May I be excused for a moment." With a nod from her I shot up and hurried out of the classroom. 

Running now, the tears were streaming down my face and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I hid in a corner trying to even my breath. Nothing worked. Over the last few years panic attacks were nothing unusual for me, but not at Hogwarts. This was the only place where I felt safe, except when the reminder of reality got to me in the form of letters from my parents.

Time seemed to stop moving and I still couldn't stop shaking. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm. Looking up I spotted James. Worry and concern etched into his features. "y/n, what's going on? Please talk to me." He pleaded.

When he realized I couldn't answer him, because I was having a panic attack he knelt down on the ground in front of me and took my face into his hands. "Mimic my breathing. Come on, you've got this." I did as he told me and slowly felt like I could talk again.

"Tell me five things you see come on."

"You..., a window, my shoes, the ground..., a painting." I slowly got out. "You're doing great love. Five things you hear come on." "You, my heart, the clock ticking, uh- the wind outside and—and the steps of the other students." "Amazing y/n, are you okay again?"

"Yes I uh think so. Thank you J." He pulled me into a hug holding me close.

The bell rang and I realized I missed the whole lesson, that's probably why James went looking for me. All of a sudden Sirius was standing in front of us. Looking just as worried as James earlier.

“What the hell did she do to you?” He nearly shouted, I winced at his loud words and some more tears spilled down my cheeks.

Sirius crouched down beside me and took both of my hands into his. Looking me deep into my eyes he told me “y/n tell me this instant before I lose my mind, please.” James shot confused glances between us.

“I, Sirius, I- can’t.” Was all I got out squeezing his hands slightly. Overwhelmed from all the crying and memories rushing over me. Overwhelmed from being so close to my brother again. My everything, even though I never meant the same to him, he’s the person I’d move mountains for.

“James, could you leave us for a minute” Sirius told his best friend and James shot up and was gone so quickly you could think he’d never been there. Now it was just Sirius and I in the little alcove. Luckily it was so secluded that nobody was able to spot us. I couldn’t have the whole school seeing me having a breakdown.

“Come on now, Dimples. It’s just the two of us.” He said, calling me by his childhood nickname for me.

I took a few deep breaths steading me. “The night- uh when you.. left. Walburga went berserk. Never in my life have I been so scared of her. She banned Reggie to his room thank god and then took most of her anger out on me. She threw some Unforgivables in the mix and today just brought back a lot of memories I guess.”

Sirius looked stunned for a moment before he gathered himself to answer me. “I- oh god. y/n/n I can’t believe she did that. I mean I’m used to a few curses from her, but Unforgivables. I- it’s all my fault and I’m so sorry. But you know I couldn’t have stayed any longer. She-”

“I know how she is. I get it, believe me I do. What I don’t get is why you couldn’t tell me you were leaving. Would it have been so hard? I know I don’t stand a chance against James. From the moment you met him, he was the sibling you never had. But guess what you have two siblings. You were Reggie’s and my role model growing up, never backing down from Walburga. I get it was hard and when you finally found James you could just forget about Reg and me for some time. I know how hard everything was for you. But that doesn’t justify your actions.”

“You really think that?” A tiny nod from me was all it took for him. I could see his heart break right then and there. Millions of tiny splinters. Years of realization washing over him. “Oh. Oh y/n. You can’t be for real. You and Reg were always my priority. James may be my brother in spirit, but the two of you- I could never not for one minute forget about you. Since day one you’ve been a part of me, infused in my every vain and the day Reggie was born even at two years old I vowed myself to always love and protect him. I never wanted to make you feel like I loved you less, when the both of you are the people I love most in this entire world.” 

A tear spilled from his cheek, mirroring my feelings. To all the people saying communication is key. Wow. One talk and years of insecurity and doubt faded into the background. I reached out and hugged my twin as hard as I could. Never wanting to let go again. He reciprocated the embrace and we spent some minutes sitting there. The worries about our parents, our differences, our fight being unimportant for now.

a/n: i'm back guys. did you miss me? i haven't been inspired lately and incredibly stressed but i finally got back today. i'll try to upload another part maybe even today (i'm in a flow rn) xoxo and lots of love ellie <3 p.s. it's only half proof read so i hope i didn't make any mistakes

[yourdarlingness]

Albedo (Genshin Impact)　names , pronouns , titles

✦　requested by @drowsyne　...　no kin/id/me tags

another albedo npt by @/sunshinies

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

adam . nicholas . oliver . elliott . asher . dominic . alex . alchemyst . chem . emery . alcite . calcite

　◞◟ 　PRONOUNS　✦

sci / scier . sci / scien(ce) . hx / hxm . h🧪 / h🧪m . sy / syn . blo / blossom . alc / alchem . che / chem . ce / cal(cite)

　◞◟ 　TITLES　✦

the chief alchemist . the renowned alchemy genius . prn* artful masterpieces . the genius at heart . the chemist's revived flower . prn* intelligence bloom like flowers

[nnjzz]

ETERNITIES + earthworm + AUGUSTÉ VICKUNAITÉ + SIMONAS NEKROŠIUS + ALANAS GURINAS

MARDI LE 05.03

ETERNITIES us earthworm  us AUGUSTÉ VICKUNAITÉ lt SIMONAS NEKROŠIUS lt ALANAS GURINAS lt

TREIZE 24 rue Moret 75011 M° Couronnes / Ménilmontant

19:30 PORTES

20:00 ACTION !

P.A.F.6€

ETERNITIES us utah nyc " deep presence, resonant feedback, melodic drone, and overtone magic, in the fluid realm between intention and indeterminacy. We use harmonic tones from wind instruments played within feedback systems to create deep spectral drone. "

Duo composé de Katie Porter ( clarinette basse ) et Bob Bellerue  ( electronics, feedback ).

Musicienne spécialisée surtout dans la musique expérimentale / contemporaine ( interprétant p. ex. les musiques de John Luther Adams, Jason Ajemian, Mike Kelley, Michael Pisaro, Larry Polansky, Stephanie Richards, Morris Rosenzweig, Arthur Russell, James Tenney, Maayan Tsadka, Christian Wolff, entre autres ) mais pas que  ( "   She exists mainly in the experimental realm, but can sometimes be found elsewhere. " ) , Katie Porter est aussi curatrice, passionnée par la création de communautés musicales - elle a cofondé p.ex. Listen/Space (Brooklyn) et est commissaire des Listen/Space Commissions, responsables de 46 nouvelles œuvres pour groupes de chambre mixtes.

Elle co-dirige également le Symposium biennal VU pour la musique expérimentale, improvisée et électronique (Park City, Utah) et travaille sur un projet de longue haleine ( jeu de mots intentionnel ) pour clarinette solo dans l'installation Sun Tunnels ( 1976 ) - en cours de restauration -  de  la land-artiste, Nancy Holt, dans l'Utah.

Plusieurs projets dont le duo RED DESERT ENSEMBLE (   “a finely poised musical partnership”- THE WIRE,  ) avec le percussionniste/compositeur Devin Maxwell, qui a publié un album  sur le label de feu Phil Niblock, XI.

Bob Bellerue est artiste sonore / noisician, ingé-son, technicien et entre autres choses, curateur, entre autres, et notamment LE responsable principal de l'immensissime festival de musiques oufissimo-interlopissimes, ENDE TYMES. 

Sa pratique sonore tourne souvent autour des systèmes de rétroaction résonnante, utilisant des instruments, des objets, des enregistrements et des espaces amplifiés, en combinaison avec des composants électroniques et des logiciels écrits dans le langage de programmation de synthèse audio Supercollider.

Au cours des 30 dernières années, il a été impliqué dans la création et la présentation d'un large éventail d'activités sonores – entre noise, art sonore, musique expérimentale, percussions junk metal, gamelan balinais, bandes son pour la danse/théâtre/vidéo/art de la performance et  installations vidéo / son. 

Il a publié moult enregistrements, notamment chez Elevator Bath Records, iDeal Recordings, Banned Productions, Fabrica, P-Tapes, RRR Records, Love Earth Music, Prison Tatt Records, Los Discos Enfantasmes, Zelphabet, Peyote Tapes, No Rent Records ou sur ses propres labels, Anarchymoon Recordings and Sleepy Hollow Editions. 

earthworm us uk Nouveau duo / projet collaboratif composé de Christi Denton, artiste sonore et compositrice polyvalente originaire des États-Unis et de France, et de Margaret Fiedler McGinnis ( US / UK ), auteur-compositeur et multi-instrumentiste connue pour son travail avec au mitan des années 90s MOONSHAKE et LAIKA ensuite, et plus récemment avec  PJ Harvey & Wire ( excusez de peu).

 Dans une pièce spécialement composée pour Le Non_Jazz aux Nautes, elles s'aventureront dans le domaine de l'improvisation structurée. Conçu pour faire écho aux pousses vertes tendres de la saison, SPRINGS promet une expérience sonore immersive. Denton et Fiedler McGinnis créent une partition graphique unique pour l'électronique réactive, la guitare et d'autres éléments qui n'ont pas encore été révélés. Cette approche innovante s’entremêle avec les battements de cœur des musiciens et d’autres rythmes organiques, créant une interaction dynamique entre les interprètes et l’esprit éveillé de la saison.  https://www.christidenton.com/

AUGUSTÉ VICKUNAITÉ lt   Performeuse / collagiste sonore, avec une formation en sciences physiques ( ! ). Elle utilise principalement des magnétophones à bandes pour jouer, enregistrer et créer des compositions instantanées à base de d'enregistrements de terrain divers, dysfonctionnements de la technologie vintage ou encore des sons d'instruments enregistrés dans des environnements naturels.

Sa performance contiendra des boucles de bandes audio et des collages effectués à partir de de bandes trouvées.

SIMONAS NEKROŠIUS lt Artiste interdisciplinaire de Vilnius, spécialisé dans l'art sonore et la construction d'instruments électro-acoustiques et d'objets sonores faits maison.

Son travail est souvent associé aux notions de « ready-made » et de « DIY ». Il perçoit la créativité et les objets d'art comme un processus, réduisant ainsi l'importance des résultats finalisés dans ses projets. En conséquence, son travail a tendance à être indéterminé et transformateur au fil du temps.

https://www.youtube.com/@SimonasNekrosius 

ALANAS GURINAS lt Jeune artiste interdisciplinaire, adepte des performances sonores et des installations audiovisuelles.

Dans sa démarche, il explore le son en tant que phénomène textural, les thèmes de l'éphémère et les relations entre divers objets et espaces audibles et inaudibles.

A slightly light tone  ( Strained paper sheets, weights, vibro motors, various sound objects ) 

est une performance sonore acoustique live qui utilise le papier comme matériau principal pour produire du son. Différents types de papiers sont placés entre deux pinces en bois et, à l'aide de poids, sont tendus jusqu'à ce qu'ils trouvent leur état de résonance. En conséquence, différents tons, drones et textures générés par du papier en suspension sont produits. (La durée de la représentation est de +- 30 minutes)  

Fly - Jo L'Indien

[mythicandco]

a PINNED POST? for REAL? with an ACTUAL INTRODUCTION? NO FUCKING WAY.

hi! yes!! hello!!! I am in FACT real (I think. I hope. please.) and so is this introduction! my name's Mythic! or Starrie. or Icarus. or Bookie. or... or really anything, you can make one up if you want. I use any pronouns (go wild! if there's some neos you think would fit me, please feel free to use them!!), but my main ones are ce/cer/cerv (again, see my pronouns.page for the full list).

I'm queer, and currently in a state of flux with Everything, being the confused dragon deer moth eldritch computer house thing that I am, so I do not know how romance works! or gender. but I do have a partner! and I love it very much- hi Reggie<3

I am mentally ill in the sense that if you mention anything that even vaguely, unintentionally references one of my hyperfixations I will drop everything I'm doing and start ranting about it for the next three days. in the sense that if I hear you say "do you understand?" I will quote the entirely of The Mandela Catalogue Vol.2 argument from memory or start sobbing incoherently about some sickly white boy named Adam Murray. you have been warned.

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A BIGOT, PROSHIPPER, OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I am literally neurodivergent and a minor /ref and will not tolerate that shit, full stop. I don't block people often otherwise, but if I do I probably have a good reason for it- and even if I don't, it's nunya! (business, that is.)

my writing/creative sideblog is @froggyworlds and there's all sorts of weird cool shit over there- AUs, art, rambling, all that good stuff. check it out!

main fandoms that I will be really really excited if you know about: - Amphibia - The Stanley Parable - Generation Loss - The Owl House - Gravity Falls - I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream - Iron Lung - Wings of Fire - The Glass Scientists - M*A*S*H - Doctor Who - Meraki - Duck & Raven at the End of Time - Planet9 - Poison Family - Laika - Cloud Dragon - Questionland - Dino Pals and many more, probably! I don't remember them all off the top of my head but if you mention it I'll sit up and point and go "OH YEAH THAT ONE!!!!1!"

might update this post with some blinkies or banners or something later, but for now, take this

[scobbe]

A quick Christian Religious Art History post because that post that bothered me said it was Christianity (sorry, “Xianity”) that was pushing the whole old man in the sky thing. 

Early Christians painted pictures mostly of Jesus, Mary, the Apostles, some early saints. The Good Shepherd was a popular motif (sometimes a young, unbearded, very Roman-looking Jesus!) as well as Mary with the Infant Jesus. Very soon the style started veering towards what would be recognized as Byzantine Iconography.

The Byzantine (Eastern Orthodox/Greek Church) went through a period of Iconoclasm, where many Church leaders said there shouldn’t be pictures of anything dealing with God at all, which lead to the destruction of a lot of beautiful artwork in early churches (this is all pre-1000 CE). This was mostly due to Old Testament/Jewish Law against “worshiping graven images.” St. John of Damascus popped up and said, but Jesus changed the rules by being, like, God in the form of Man, so we can in fact make pictures of HIM as God (the Son). So the Eastern Orthodox church took off with iconography, pictures everywhere. 

But icons are written by very specific rules, and Jesus is THE picture you will see of “God.” If you go into any Byzantine/Greek Orthodox/Eastern Orthodox church, you will probably find a huge mural of “Christ Pantocrator” or “Christ Almighty”. He looks like this:

Not an old man with a beard on a cloud.

So while the Eastern Church was doing that the Western/Roman/Latin Church just kept making art fairly freely. Most of this art had to do with the Harrowing of Hell or the Crucifixion or the ever popular Virgin with Child. Not God the Father. When Michelangelo did finally paint the Sistine Chapel ca. 1508 and the famed Creation of Adam, we were deep into the Renaissance, when everyone was “rediscovering” the art of ancient Greece and Rome, and trying to “bring back” the flavor of those Classical civilizations. So of course he painted God to look like Zeus/Jupiter and we ended up with this:

Old man kind of floating? It’s Michelangelo's classically-influenced idea of God the Creator. He was literally working from sketches of Greek and Roman statues. It was the style of the day.

It became one of the most replicated works of religious art ever. Thanks, Mike.

(And it’s actually got a lot of very clever symbolism about wombs and birth going on as well. Sorry there’s no women involved. Michelangelo was not real into the ladies.)

Meanwhile, in Germany, Martin Luther was getting his tights in a twist over various serious issues in the Roman Church and began the Protestant Reformation. This drove a whole crew of Christians back to Biblical Scripture and they pulled out the “no graven images” deal again. HUGE amount of artwork was destroyed in the Reformation, statues smashed, mosaics covered over. If you go to England it’s obvious on almost every cathedral, there are smashed statues or empty niches where statues used to be.

Because of this, a large portion of Reformed Christian churches are very skimpy on imagery, if they have any at all. When I say Reformed Churches, I’m talking Baptists, Methodists, Evangelical, Pentecostal, all the Protestant denominations. It varies, of course, but thanks to Puritan influence a huge number of churches in America ended up looking like Boston’s Old North Church, like this:

Maybe the Big Sky Daddy sits up in the balcony, I dunno.

So on one hand you’ve got Eastern Churches with Christ Pantocrator, then you’ve got the Roman Catholics with lots of crucifixes and Blessed Virgins and one (1) old man in a cloud from 1508, then you’ve got about 500 years of Protestants being exceedingly careful about having any images of God at all. 

Overall, the main man you’re going to see in Christianity is Jesus, a guy in his early 30′s with dark hair and a beard. Yeah, there were some years he got more white than he should be. Sometimes he’s a little shiny. But it’s just this guy, you know? It’s not an old man in a cloud.

I hope this clarifies where the Old Man in the Cloud may have come from, though, re: popular culture and not actually religion, the same way learning about how a single Coca-Cola ad campaign created what we normally think of as Santa. 

[painterofhorizons]

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#5

Gosh, I’m so excited to share just another piece about Akuze with you guys. :D Hell of a shoutout to @shadoedseptmbr and @amistrio for the AMAZING beta, and for @theoriginalladya for her brilliant opening lines help.

Expect to be hurt by the text. There’s so much ouch in it.

Ghosts from the Past

Summary: Fifteen months after surviving the thresher maw massacre on Akuze, Shepard is confronted with ghosts from her past, when a relative of one of her dead former comrades takes a position on the same vessel that she's assigned to. (pre-ME1)

Length: ~5k in 2 chapters

Rating: General Audience

Warnings: death mention, dealing with death/grief/loss

Characters: Reda Shepard, Engineer Greg Adams

Tags: Pre-Mass Effect 1, Sole Survivor, Akuze, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, SSV Tokyo, Thresher Maws, Dealing With Loss, dealing with death    

25 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#4

Writing MASTERPOST, Mass Effect Edition

Reda Shepard

(Earthborn, Sole Survivor, Infiltrator, paragade/renegon, ace, Shakarian, post-war Shega, tumblr tag)

You owe me, little bird! (6.4k): Shepard owes to a lot of people, both from her past and from her present. And she is very aware of it. (how Shepard met Anderson, Earthborn origin story from 2015, might get revised in the future)

20 times Akuze almost gets Shepard (8k): After Akuze, Shepard fights to gain back agency. (pre-ME1)

Ghosts from the Past (5k): Fifteen months after surviving the thresher maw massacre on Akuze, Shepard is confronted with ghosts from her past, when a relative of one of her dead former comrades takes a position on the same vessel that she's assigned to. (pre-ME1)

Joker steals the Normandy (600): Shepard might or might not have know about Joker's plans to steal the Normandy. (pre-ME1)

Area secure, Commander (1.5k): Just Shepard, Garrus, Tali, the MAKO and a thresher maw. (ME1)

Retirement Plans (1k): Shepard does not think about retirement, or does she? (aka Ahern's apartment on Intai'sei) (ME1)

On the Helmsman‘s Watch (5.8k): Joker's job includes a lot more than just flying the Normandy. (ME1, post Feros, beacon angst, Thorian mind fuckery)

Memories carved into flesh (700): Shakarian, prompt: Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach. (ME2)

Human (4k): After priority: Thessia (ME3, from 2015, might get revised in the future)

A Life In Letters (<1k): The life of Reda Shepard told in various emails to different people she starts to write after her gang exit 2169 CE. (might or might not get picked up again)

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I also write for Criminal Minds, you can find the masterpost about my Meeting Strangers fic here.

28 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#3

Following Reda Shepard through the aftermath of Akuze. // Earthborn, Sole Survivor, Infiltrator, paragade

20 times Akuze almost gets Shepard (AO3): After Akuze, Shepard fights to gain back agency. // 8k, pre-ME1, PTSD, recovery, Captain Anderson

Ghosts from the Past, pt. 01 (AO3): Fifteen months after surviving the thresher maw massacre on Akuze, Shepard is confronted with ghosts from her past, when a relative of one of her dead former comrades takes a position on the same vessel that she's assigned to. // 2k, pre-ME1, Engineer Adams

Ghosts from the Past, pt. 02 (AO3): With both of them hurting a relative's death, Adams tries to mend burning bridges. // 3.5k, pre-ME1, Engineer Adams

Area secure, Commander (AO3): Tali's first encounter with a thresher maw doesn't exactly go ideal, but little does she know. // 1.5k, ME1, PTSD, Tali, Garrus

will be continued

header image kindly provided by @swaps55​

37 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#2

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63 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

1st Lieutenant Reda Shepard, Earthborn, Sole Survivor, being promoted shortly after Akuze happened (and not happy about it)

You can read about Akuze and it’s aftermath here.

Commission by the wonderful @redreart​ who is an absolute pleasure to work with and who captured exactly what I had hoped for. Thank you, dear! I am in total awe. *.*

234 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

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[journalistenouvelles]

Le retraité de L’Isle-Adam fait à nouveau tomber ses arnaqueurs

Guy Cocheteux, 76 ans, avait porté plainte en 2011 contre des escrocs aux placements douteux. Ils ont été à nouveau condamnés en appel, à Paris, après avoir fait plus de 360 victimes pour un préjudice de 15,7 M€.

Guy Cocheteux est un retraité à qui il vaut mieux éviter de faire des entourloupes. « Je suis content de les avoir fait tomber », lâche, à l'issue de l'audience devant la cour d'appel, celui qui est à l'origine de toute la procédure.

Il avait porté plainte en février 2011 contre ses escrocs après avoir perdu 50 000 € dans les placements sur des tableaux de Marble Art Invest (MAI). Ce résident de L'Isle-Adam de 76 ans avait investi 80 000 € à la mort de sa mère. Il avait alors mené sa propre enquête, avant d'alimenter les policiers en documents déterminants montrant au final que plus de 360 épargnants français avaient été floués pour un préjudice global est évalué à 15,7 M€.

Ce vendredi, la cour d'appel de Paris a confirmé le jugement en première instance de 2016, notamment pour Mickael Seghier, 48 ans, condamné à 3 ans de prison pour escroquerie en bande organisée et blanchiment. Qualifié d'initiateur et de concepteur de l'arnaque, il promettait aux investisseurs 16 % de revenus par an grâce à l'achat et la vente de tableaux de peinture contemporains, ce qui avait été considéré comme « totalement extravagant et irréalisable ». Il s'agissait en fait d'une pyramide de Ponzi, c'est-à-dire une escroquerie dans laquelle l'apport des derniers investisseurs finançait les revenus des premiers. En partie seulement, le reste allant dans la poche des escrocs.

La peine a été alourdie pour certains, comme Me Albou, l'huissier de justice qui apportait sa garantie et sa crédibilité au projet en ouvrant un compte séquestre. Son intervention avait permis aux escrocs de passer en quelques semaines de 400 000 € d'investissement à 5 M€. Sa peine à un an de prison avec sursis a été confirmée par la cour qui a surtout étendu à 10 ans l'interdiction d'exercer sa profession. Deux ans avaient été prononcés en 2016. « Ce qui a été souligné par l'avocat général, c'est qu'il était dangereux dans le cadre de l'exercice de sa profession », souligne Me Hélène Feron-Poloni, avocate de Guy Cocheteux et de plusieurs victimes de l'arnaque. « Il faut savoir que la chambre des huissiers n'avait pris aucune mesure à son encontre et qu'il continuait d'exercer, sans rembourser personne ».

1 700 tableaux sans grande valeur

« Cette décision ne va pas nous rendre notre argent. Mais je vais continuer. Il n'est pas question de lâcher », poursuit Guy Cocheteux qui envisage d'autres procédures pour tenter de récupérer sa mise. Il confie que le liquidateur a récupéré autour de 700 000 €, plus une Bentley et un Range Rover. Les 1 700 tableaux se sont eux révélés sans grande valeur. « Ils sont tous insolvables », ajoute-t-il à propos des condamnés. « Depuis février 2011 je n'ai pas lâché d'un iota. Et je ne suis pas près de le faire. »

Comme lui, de nombreuses victimes ont beaucoup perdu, souvent originaires de l'ouest de la France. Parmi elles, une jeune Brestoise qui avait investi l'argent obtenu après avoir perdu un bras dans un accident, perdant 129 000 €. « Je représente des gens qui ont beaucoup perdu, notamment un couple qui avait déposé 15 000 € chacun, les économies d'une vie », prolonge Me Feron-Poloni. « Il y a des vraies conséquences humaines à ces escroqueries. » Les escrocs devront ainsi verser 1 000 € au titre du préjudice moral à chacun des épargnants encore dans la procédure. Mais la plupart des victimes de l'arnaque ne se sont pas constituées partie civile ou ont abandonné en cours de route.

[fictionkinfessions]

Ok so like, I’m mark heathcliff, and have headmates from TMC and I’m just really here to rant about how Alex treats his community, and him being borderline homophobic

It’s like, I just feel so saddened by the fact he screenshots others ship art (wether it be of me and Cesar or Jonah and Adam) and makes fun of it on his priv, because it’s pretty obvious by the responses.

He’s so…. Sucky about shipping . Like we’re not gaslighting ourselves we’re just, shipping characters? Fictional ones?

I’m not gaslighting myself into loving ces, he’s my best friend. I love him and nothing is going to change that.

Idk, I’m just having thoughts.

But yeah… the community is also dogshit. They send shippers death threats… over fictional characters. It’s icky as hell. That’s all for now tho ig. Byeeeeee

[nyandela-catalogue]

wargh thats annoying timezones suck

speaking of time its getting late and i want to be somewhat energised for laser quest so

nighty night!!!!!! will draw adam's +jonah'z tomorrow:>>

Yeagh lol, + it took a couple mins to get the ask out so it was off-kilter lol

Goodnight, friend! I hope you have a wonderful time at Laser Quest tomorrow!

Thank you again for the wonderful art!! I’m excited to see your next arts :)

-Ces🌹

[finalistes2023]

« Jeu des 7 familles du vivre-ensemble » réalisée par Alma BENDIDI, Amin, Adam, Yasmine, Rukiia, Sarah, Serena, Snaïf, Yamina, Manal et Ibrahim EL MADOUNI (école Albert Chabanon et association Because U Art, Marseille). Lauréats 11-15 ans - Prix “Jeunesse pour l’égalité” 2023 sur le thème “Changeons les règles du jeu !” Plus d’infos sur ce concours de créations visuelles sur ce lien : https://www.inegalites.fr/prix-jeunesse-egalite/

[luvariadrawing-blog]

🇬🇧: Personally, I don't find my drawing crazy.

but like many I watched the series, and mash I love it! I didn't expect it to be so cool.

#Wednesday #netflix #fanart #drawing #dessin #sketch #art #digitalart #digital #ibispaint #mercrediaddams #Adams

🇨🇵: .J’avais tellement envie de finir se dessin...mais maintenant que je le vois fini, je trouve qu’il n’ai pas jolie.

La flemme de le refaire, alors je laisse ainsi. J’espère quand même que vous aimeriez, même si personnellement je le trouve pas ouf.

Comme beaucoup j'ai regardé la série, et purée j’adore ! Je m’attendais pas à ce que sa soit aussi cool.

#mercredi #netflix #fanart #drawing #dessin #sketch #art #digitalart #digital #ibispaint #mercrediaddams #Adams

[bodyrest46]

Le Voyage À Nantes Dépeint Des Mondes En Mutation

Enfant, il aimait créer de petites sculptures en craie, sculptures qui persuadèrent son père de le laisser partir à l’école des Beaux-Arts d’Amiens à 14 ans. Il passa par l’atelier d’Arsène Letellier jusqu’à ses 23 ans, avant d’être admis à l’école des Beaux-Arts de Paris devenant ainsi l’élève de Jules Cavalier en 1874. Il s’installa complétement à Paris en 1885 et épousa Clémentine Geasmens. Galerie Perrotin est une galerie d’art située au 50 Connaugh Road Central à Hong Kong. De nombreux artistes contemporains de renommée internationale comme Heinz Mack, Laurent Grasso, Bernard Frize y ont organisé des expositions. Une exposition qui fait la part belle aux poissons et autres créatures marines réelles ou mythologiques. Johann Perathoner nous fait voyager et nous invite à admirer Paris, Londres ou New York vu du ciel, grâce à son exposition gratuite, visible à la galerie d'art du Royal Monceau, du 14 avril au 19 mai 2022. Sponsorisé - En mai, la Cohle Gallery est ravie d’annoncer la nouvelle exposition très attendue de l’artiste américain Adam Handler, du 18 au 29 mai 2022. Suite à son solo show, Twinkling Unknowns, en 2021, Adam est de retour avec Love Land et sera cette fois-ci présent pour l’inauguration, mercredi 18 mai 2022. Le Musée d'art moderne de Paris consacre une exposition à l'artiste tchèque Marie Čermínová, dit "Toyen". https://lacotedorcafe.com/bijoux-recyclés-k.html

Un travail expressif qui vient compléter une artiste peintre déjà établie.

On peut également parler de la Fondation Taylor ou Association des artistes peintres, sculpteurs, graveurs, architectes et dessinateurs fondée en 1844 qui entretient l’objectif de développer et partager la connaissance des arts.

Il a également fait appel à des artistes croates pour décorer et égayer la demeure.

Célèbre pour son savoir-faire, cet artiste français prêche le retour à la nature.

Des grisailles seront toutefois à nouveau présentes au lever du jour sur les côtes du Languedoc-Roussillon avant de se dissiper en matinée.

Bertrand Lavier est une artiste parisien qui se bat contre la société de consommation. Ses oeuvres montrent le délire de notre société de consommation. Nathalie Decoster travaille sur la condition humaine et exporte ses oeuvres dans le monde entier. Le messager, un être humain, délivre un message sur notre condition humaine.

Plus Général Que Sculpteur

Il expose des sculptures en bronze et en marbre à la Galerie Albert Loeb et la Galerie des Beaux Arts. Il est sélectionné au concours mondial du diamant De Beers. François PomponFils d’un menuisier-ébéniste de Saulieu, apprenti tailleur de pierre chez un marbrier funéraire à Dijon il se forma aux cours du soir et gagna Paris à 20 ans. Tailleur de pierre le jour, élève de la Petite École la nuit – ancêtre de l’École nationale des arts décoratifs – Dès 1879 il exposa au Salon des portraits, le gagne-pain des sculpteurs. Pompon maîtrisait aussi bien l’art du bronze que la taille directe. Elle est montrée régulièrement à partir de 1974 dans la galerie d'Eric Fabre à Paris et chez Albert Baronian à Bruxelles. En 1982, Toni Grand est invité à partager le pavillon français à la Biennale de Venise avec le peintre Simon Hantaï. Originaire de Nancy, la famille Adam est la plus grande dynastie de sculpteurs français du XVIIIe siècle. Sur trois générations, ses membres déploient leurs talents auprès des plus grands mécènes et participent à plusieurs chantiers majeurs.

Difficultés De Sculpteur

Voici les 6 sculpteurs contemporains les plus en vogue aujourd’hui. Sculpteur français (né à Paris le 8 juillet 1821, décédé en 1902), fils de Claude-Jacques Aizelïn, dessinateur, Eugène Aizelin entre à l'Ecole des Beaux-Arts, le 3 avril 1844. Les leçons de notre passé survivent de manière très présente dans les sculptures de Patrick Berthaud. Ce n’est pas seulement de la technicité ancestrale qu’il s’agit là et que l’on ressent dans la maitrise du geste, mais bel et bien aussi d’un esprit qui règne dans la matière, qui rode dans la facture et le traitement, dans le fondement même de l’œuvre. Il aime la sculpture sur marbre, la sculpture sur bois, la sculpture sur métaux, la sculpture sur pierre, mais avant tout l’association et le mélange de ces matériaux, sans contraintes ni règles établies. Artiste depuis vingt ans, cet autodidacte a su puiser son inspiration chez les grands artistes modernes et contemporains que sont Van Gogh, Gauguin, Gaudí et Soulages. Jean Cardot, artiste et membre de la section de sculpture de l'Académie des beaux-arts de l'Institut de France, est décédé le 13 octobre 2020, à l'âge de 90 ans. Le sculpteur, qui a exercé en tant que directeur d'institution et professeur, laisse derrière lui de multiples créations pérennes. L'art assyrien et égyptien sous la domination des prêtres resta stationnaire, toujours le même, sans progrès comme sans décadence. Quelques œuvres de l’artiste sont exposées au musée des Beaux-Arts de Nancy. Parcours croisés de sculptrices françaises en Belgique et de leurs collègues belges en France, leur présence dans les Salons et leur réception par la critique d’art. Ses sculptures ont évolué au fil du temps et évoquent désormais les mots et la lumière, la sérénité et la douceur, comme dans Spiegel en 2010. Anish Kapoor est un artiste contemporain d’origine indienne. Ces marchands d'art en ligne sont un choix populaire pour les collectionneurs car ils leur permettent de visualiser et de commenter le travail d'autres artistes à différentes étapes de la création. L'art contemporain est la forme d'art populaire d'aujourd'hui, réalisée au cours de la seconde moitié du XXe siècle ou du début du XXIe siècle. Ce que l'on entend par « contemporain » est toute œuvre réalisée au cours des dernières années, qui peut être étiquetée comme étant influencée par l'art contemporain. L'art contemporain se compose de plus d'œuvres abstraites que toute autre catégorie d'art. Les artistes de cette catégorie utilisent des couleurs, des formes, des textures et des thèmes pour donner vie à des sujets aussi vastes que l'espace, le temps et les êtres humains eux-mêmes. Lui qui vient du pied des Pyrénées se plaît à retrouver des montagnards. Ce sont de personnes très travailleuses, comme chez moi », ajoute-t-il dans un nuage de poussière, lui qui réalise une pièce intitulée « Chemin de non-retour ». La conception des notices de chaque ouvrage tient naturellement compte des sources disponibles. La particularité du point de vue de Lami tient de sa « double nature », à la fois artiste et amateur érudit. Cette spécificité fut par ailleurs soulignée par les critiques à chaque nouvelle publication.

[societascriticus]

AGIT-POP !

D.I., Delinkan Intellectuel, revue d'actualité et de culture, in Societas Criticus Vol. 26-01 : www.societascriticus.com

De Pearle Harbour / pearleharbour.com

Performance + Musique + Clown + Drag = Interdisciplinaire

Présenté en anglais + Surtitrage en français

16 ans et +

Pearle Harbour, comédienne drag primée, présente un cabaret hilarant et poignant pour la fin des temps. Pensez Judy Garland au Carnegie… sur l’acide.

Avec l’esprit qui la caractérise, elle tisse une narration démente à partir des grands titres. Elle prend le monde sur elle, des catastrophes climatiques à l’anxiété nucléaire, en passant par la convoitise immobilière, le dark Web, les fausses nouvelles et la vraie histoire.

Avec la directrice musicale Stella Conway, Agit-Pop! réimagine les succès de David Bowie, Britney Spears, The Beach Boys et de bien d’autres comme vous ne les avez jamais entendus.

Pearle Harbour est une artiste performeuse primée, une créatrice théâtrale et une fofolle. NOW Magazine l’a qualifiée de « l’une des artistes les plus engageantes et les plus réfléchies du moment » et l’a comparée à « Cassandre de la tragédie grecque, jouée par Eve Arden ».

Ses œuvres gonzo originales – Chautauqua, Agit-Pop! et Distant Early Warning –, présentées d’un océan à l’autre et encore à l’autre au Canada, ont été encensées par la critique et le public. Elle a été publiée dans la Canadian Theatre Review, a été présentée à la CBC (nomination pour le prix Écran canadien: Outstanding Variety Special) et elle a conçu des œuvres pour Peacock (NBC).

En tant que dramaturge de performance, Pearle participe régulièrement au Festival de Stratford (RENT, Chicago). Elle a partagé sa vision singulière de la drag et du bouffon dans des classes de maitre et des conférences à la Queens University, à la Toronto Metropolitan University, à la University of Toronto, au Randolph College for the Performing Arts et à la University of New Brunswick.

Mise en scène : Rebecca Ballarin

Auteur/interprète : Justin Miller

Direction musicale : Steven Conway

Conception d'éclairages : Logan Raju Cracknell

Conception des projections : Adam Miller

Présentée dans le cadre du Festival WILDSIDE, en partenariat avec le Centaur Theatre et La Chapelle Scènes Contemporaines.

6 + 7 + 8 février, 19 h 30

Présenté en anglais + Surtitrage en français | 16 ans et +

À LA CHAPELLE, SCÈNES CONTEMPORAINES

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BILLETTERIE : 514.843.7738 / billetterie@lachapelle.org

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Infos : https://lachapelle.org/fr/programmation/agit-pop

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Commentaires de Michel Handfield, M.Sc. sociologie (2024-02-07)

Cela se déroulait en anglais (je n’ai pas vu le surtitrage), mais j’ai quand même assez bien suivi, je crois. J’ai même répondu à une de ses questions, car après 5 fois qu’elle demandait de dire ce qu’on aimait et qui était inavouable, il fallait bien que quelqu’un réponde. Je l’ai fait malgré le risque de la langue, car je suis francophone.

Je voulais dire Politics is a sport for me (la politique est un sport pour moi) comme je le dis fréquemment, mais dès que j’ai dit Politics, elle m’est revenue avec des questions. L’interaction fut ! Après cela, d’autres ont embarqué dans le jeu. Il fallait bien briser la glace… qu’elle trouvait surprenamment plus épaisse ici qu’à Calgary, où les gens embarquaient davantage dans ce genre d’interaction, nous a-t-elle dit. Mais, il y a quand même la question de la langue qui interférait probablement, ce spectacle se déroulant en anglais.

Pearle Harbour sait manier la chanson et l’actualité accompagnée parfois de bandes dessinées d’une autre époque. À souligner le travail musical de la multiinstrumentiste qui l’accompagne au piano, batterie, guitare, banjo, voix et j’en oublie peut-être ! Mais, Pearle Harbour a de la voix et du « punch » !

Malgré la langue du spectacle (anglais), ce fut une belle soirée, car mes appréhensions se sont dissipées assez rapidement. Et, dès qu’on embarque, on suit le mouvement, car il est entrainant.