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[nepharite]

But what does Brasque think...?

[dixvinsblog]

Anne Perrin -Je n'ai pas terminé le dessin...

Je n’ai pas terminéle dessin que j’avais fait de toiil m’accompagne dans les rêvesil est celui que je préfère Je n’oublie pasles senteurs de ta jouissancel’infinide tes caressesla quintessence de ta joie Je contemple souventle ciel en partageet me souviensde tes murmures étoilés Je ne renonce pasà l’idée du surgissementqui serait notre abandon tant c’est dans tes brasque je me noie. Image…

[l0veyourselfirst]

Michelle Keegan on the set of Sky Series Brasque

[tanadrin]

"It's an unremarkable world--well outside the major Brasque interstellar routes, in a patch of almost uninhabited space that's not affiliated with any of the big spacefaring powers. You wouldn't have heard of it. The star is called Rau Tamaize, after one of the minor signs in Kintean astrology. No? I didn't think so. The planet itself has no name, just a letter. Rau Tamaize c, if you want to look it up. We had to stay in orbit for a few weeks once, making repairs after an unfortunate encounter with the Olfarinn.

"They're called--well, I call them the sparrowflies. I don't think they have a proper name. Their body is about as long as your arm, sleek as an aircraft, with eyes the color of jewels. They're covered in a light fur that gets longer toward their tails, which are long and colorful, like feathered banners that extend behind them as they soar through the air. But their wings are most striking of all: enormous, gossamer-looking things, but fantastically strong despite how thin they are. They catch the light of Rau Tamaize and shatter it into thousands of pieces, and when they come out of the clouds, it's like fragments of a rainbow that's broken loose from a storm, and has been scattered into the air.

"Rau Tamaize c is a rocky world, with a thick atmosphere. Not quite a giant terrestrial, but the air pressure is far too high to be livable at the surface for any Augrin or Entaro. And too high for the sparrowflies themselves--they've adapted to live perpetually in the air, riding the currents of their homeworld's thick atmosphere. They rise on the morning thermals, and in the evening they slowly descend, circling the whole planet in no more than a few days. Probably thousands, or tens of thousands of times in a single lifetime. They're dancers, you know. They move through the air in complex patterns, at their highest and swiftest under the noon sun, when they rise to the very edge of the stratosphere.

"How did such a creature evolve? They're quite unlike anything else on their homeworld. I've investigated the matter closely, and there are hints in their biology--maybe they were genetically engineered. Maybe they're not even entirely organic. Maybe they're not even from that world. I was going to trap some--I had the rig set up on one of our runnercraft, to sidle up to a flock one evening as they were entering their somnolent phase, and snatch one or two out of the air. It was fortune, a miracle, really, that stopped me. Quite by chance, I discovered they were sentient. Not like you or I. Their cognition is entirely different. That's why I didn't notice at first. I still shudder to think of what would have happened if I hadn't noticed. Their language is exchanged by subtle electrical signals that jump from wingtip to wingtip as they approach one another. The lightest brush; the fine hairs that rise from the edge of the wing brush against one another, carefully modulate the signal. And by such signals, and by the forms and patterns they make dancing through the air, they converse, they tell stories, they speak of their journeys through the air.

"For the sparrowflies, stillness is death. They spend their whole life in motion, you see. They never land. They never alight, not on any mountaintop or high promontory. They rarely descend below the deepest clouds, and they regard the storm-covered land below as a place of darkness and fear. That is the place their beloved companions descend at last, when their wings beat no longer, when they can hold themselves aloft no more. To trap a sparrowfly--as I nearly did--would be a monstrous crime. It would be an unbearable torment, if it did not kill them instantly from the shock. Their bodies are made for motion. Their whole essence is centered around it. They are creatures of the air and freedom, who have never known, nor could ever understand, what it means to encounter a wall or a prison of any kind.

"They tell stories, did I mention that? Not much like ours. As I said, their cognition is very different. I'm not even sure if they have a strong sense of self, an identity apart from their flock. And their flocks merge and split and merge again--they are carried along together. But they do have something like stories. It took a long time, many weeks of maneuvering my little ship near them, showing them that I wasn't a danger, making careful measurements of the electric signals they sent to one another, recording their dances, and running everything through various interpretation filters again and again. After a while, I began to work out the rudiments of their communication. It is subtle, absurdly polyvalent, intricate, yet at the same time startlingly simple. They have millions of signs regarding the air, the sun, the color of the clouds, the rising and falling winds, and even the position of the stars. But they have few signs for emotions, almost none for what transpires within their minds, almost no notion of history and none at all of politics or science or law. Yet they know of other worlds. They know of the perpetual storms of Rau Tamaize b, the gas giant which shines in their evening sky, and the cold hydrocarbon winds of Rau Tamaize e. As I said, their biology is very unusual; it's not inconceivable to me that perhaps some ancestor of theirs discovered a way to ride the most diaphanous winds of their sun, and journeyed to other worlds, to bring back news of their skies.

"Here is a story of theirs, since you ask. It's by far their longest tale. It concerns two souls--lovers, perhaps, after the fashion of their people. Brightest-Star-of-Morning, and Light-of-the-Sun. Brightest-Star-of-Morning fell one day, beneath the clouds, beneath the world, and was lost to Light-of-the-Sun. And so piercing, so intolerable was Light-of-the-Sun's grief, they descended into the realm of the dead to seek Brightest-Star. To dark places and on dark winds Light-of-the-Sun traveled, to places of near utter stillness and near perfect silence. And even beyond death they went, beyond the skies: to the end of the stars, where the sky gives way to unbroken night, where the only sound, the only motion, was the beating of one pair of wings. Through these, and other horrors the sparrowflies do not name, Light-of-the-Sun sought out Brightest-Star; and at long last, after many years, they were reunited; and out of darkness and death each led the other, until they came again to the skies of home. It is both a reverent and a joyful tale; their most ecstatic dances are in memory of the joy of that coming-home, of the dawn that saw death defeated, at least for a little while."

--Second navigator of the courier vessel Renegade, as overheard in Tamoshar Port

[hexaconto]

Choisir son expert-comptable à Saint-Martin-de-la-Brasque - 6 critères incontournables

Choisir son expert-comptable à Saint-Martin-de-la-Brasque – 6 critères incontournables

La région de Saint-Martin-de-la-Brasque compte moins de 10 experts-comptables. En tant qu’entrepreneur, dirigeant ou créateur, cela vous fait donc autant de possibilités pour choisir l’expert-comptable adéquat qui vous

[gruska-vc]

Collage Art

Collage is a technique that started to regain popularity in the last years. It revolutionized Modern Art as part of the Cubism movement. The term means to glue and it was coined by Picasso and Brasque (99designs).

The idea behind is to combine different images to create a new piece and the collage effect can be achieve using from arts and crafts cut outs to graphic design and illustration.

Designers and artists aren’t limited to paper and photography once they can experiment by using different materials, textures and techniques to reach the desired effect.

Nowadays we see collage art in different fields such as Publishing (book covers, editorial), Branding and Music covers.

Image: Personal work (magazine cover) using collage effect through the overlaying of cut out photos.

[ryanbent]

Bike Touring in France: Luberon Region

During a cold winter day, Chelsea read a travel article that would become the inspiration for our next adventure. After months of research and planning, Chelsea and I had finally established a bike touring route in the beautiful Luberon region of Southern France. We mapped out a route for 5 days of biking anywhere between 30-50 miles a day, leaving plenty of time to take pictures, sample the local wine, and eat every pastry we saw along the way.

Day 1: Cavaillon to Louris

The first day we picked up our bikes from a local bike shop, Cyclix in Cavaillon, France and our inexperience with bike touring became obvious the first hill we hit. With our panniers stuffed full of extra clothing and deadweight, our bikes weighed in at about 65lbs., which we were reminded of with every pedal stroke we took.

Upon leaving the city of Cavaillon we were immediately taken aback by the beauty of the french countryside. Fields of wheat and red poppies lined the roads as we made our way to our first accommodations in Louris. We arrived in Louris around 3:30 and dropped our panniers off at our AirBnB. We continued our ride to Lourmarin, a picturesque town surrounded by vineyards, cherry tree farms, and quaint shops. We spent the afternoon wandering around the old stucco buildings with colorful shutters and had dinner before biking back to Louris right before sunset. We got back to Louris and rode through the quiet streets before watching the sunset from a garden on the edge of town. Day 1: 34 miles.

Day 2: Louris to Manosque

Day 2 started with an early wake up to make the most of the day and knowing that we had more distance to cover than the last. We rode our bikes through town, back through Lourmarin and stopped in the town of Cucuron for espresso and to relax by a massive pool of spring-fed water in the center of town.

From Cucuron we biked to the small town of St. Martin De La Brasque, had lunch and started our 6 mile climb up to Vitrolles-en Luberon a small mountain village overlooking the Luberon valley. 

After lunch it was a long ride down to the valley and to our destination for the night, Manosque. Day 2: 41 miles

Day 3: Manosque to Sault

We woke up at sunrise to get a jump on the day knowing we had almost 48 miles of endless climbing ahead of us. The crisp morning air quickly burned off and the heat of the day hit us. 10 degrees hotter than normal in May, 90 degrees had us looking for every shady spot on the road. We climbed through towns until lunch.

Viens, France sits at the top of a mountain that seemed like we would never get to the top of. Forging ahead we finally made it to the town and a cherry tree greeted us up at the top. We devoured cherries and a lunch of pizza and espresso.   

From Viens we climbed our way through some more villages, trying to ignore the pain and take in the stunning views of the Luberon valley. Our last climb for the day was from the town of St. Christol and the top was lavender fields as far as the eye could see. The scene was beautiful and the road to our destination was in sight, and all downhill! We descended for 6 miles straight before a light climb to our destination in Sault, France. Day 3: 48 miles

Day 4: Sault to Gargas

Our AirBnB in Sault was a restored farmhouse from the 1600's. The owners spent the last 10 years restoring it and we were fortunate enough to be the first guests! It was an amazing space to relax for the evening before getting back on the bikes. La Charmille

After our slow start to the day we finally got back in the saddle and started our ride with 9 miles of climbing (it never ends!) followed by 13 miles of glorious downhill switchbacks through vineyards and lavender fields. 

We biked to Roussillon a town known for having one of the largest ochre deposits in the world. The entire town is a deep orange color that pops off the blue skies. A long lunch, ice cream, and some shopping was a perfect break from riding before heading to our AirBnB in Gargas where we spent the afternoon relaxing by a pool. Day 4: 28 miles

Day 5: Gargas to Cavaillon

Our final day biking started before sunrise so we would be back to Cavaillon in time to catch a train at 3 pm. We rode through a bunch of small towns taking in as much as we could before having to part ways with our bikes. We made it into Cavaillon around 1:30 giving us enough time watch a parade go through town and grab some lunch before heading off to the coast for some much needed relaxation.  Day 5: 31 miles

Total Miles Biked: 182

Our first bike tour was a success and left us with a huge sense of accomplishment (and less guilt of how many pastries we ate). The slower pace of loaded bikes and roads less traveled accentuated the beauty of the Luberon region. A unique way to see a country, bike touring has officially been added to our list for future vacations! 

[genxtravelclub]

Travelling is one of the most interesting and fun parts of life. Also, different people have a completely different type of views on the same. Some people find it completely refreshing to travel to new places while others live for traveling only. 1. Hiking in the New Jersey. 2. Kumano kudo pilgrimage trail. 3. Border crossing in Brasque company. 4. Fjord hiking adventure, Norway. 5. Northern west region of Crest

[christinedeslauriers]

Saint-Martin-de-la-Brasque

Saint-Martin-de-la-Brasque est un petit village du Parc Naturel Régional du Luberon, au coeur de la vallée d'Aigues. par Tourisme en photos : Provence Mer Montagne http://www.photos-provence.fr/vaucluse/saint-martin-de-la-brasque.html

[nepharite]

Brasque's show

[dixvinsblog]

Poét SMS - Mémo

Il faut plisser les yeuxLever le poingPenser mieux et voir loinIl faut puiser en nousL’esquisse d’une utopieAfin que se dénouentCe qui confine au déniIl faut que nos mains se tendentQue s’ouvrent nos brasQue nos choix s’amendentDe nos vieilles loisIl faut prendre le tempsDe dire pourtantCe qui dort au fond de nousEt nous dévore surtout ELLIOTT ERWITT California, 1955

[symptomsandcurses-blog]

Woman With A Mandolin - Picasso

"Woman With a Mandolin" by Picasso is a painting that came out of the cubism movement. He has used basic colours but achieved the change in tone well by segmenting the paining without making it too abstract or distorted. Because the shapes used in the painting are less organic it has given a more clinical look and a man made texture to the piece. This has also been achieved in the way he used his lines and the pattern in which he places them. He seems to have created many 3D objects in one painting, making it look like a painting of a sculpture rather than an actual person. 

What is cubism?

Cubisn is an art movement founded and created by Picasso and Braque in the 20th Century. It inspired artists all over the world, even in music, literature and architecture. The paintings in cubsim focus more on the space, volume and mass of the subject.

[nepharite]

My personal collection of Brasques

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Brasque in VR!

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Average day for Brasque

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Brasque irl