#August Natterer

[xjmlm]

August Natterer, My eyes at the moment of the apparitions, 1911-1913

[junkbabelna]

August Natterer, My Eyes at the Time of Revelation, 1911-1913.

[nosebleedclub]

August Natterer My Eyes in the Time of Apparition  1913

[fromthedust]

August Natterer aka Neter (German, 1868-1933)

My Eyes at the Time of Revelation - 1911-13

August Natterer, given the pseudonym Neter by his psychiatrist to protect him and his family from the immense social stigma associated with mental illness at the time, was born in 1868 in Schornreute near Ravensburg, Germany, the son of a clerk and the youngest of nine children. Natterer studied engineering, got married, travelled widely, and had a successful career as an electrician but was suddenly stricken with delusions and anxiety attacks. On April Fool's Day 1907 he had a pivotal hallucination of the Last Judgment during which "10,000 images flashed by in half an hour."

This ordeal led to a suicide attempt and committal to the first of what would be several mental asylums occupied during the remaining twenty-six years of his life. Natterer thereafter maintained that he was the illegitimate child of Emperor Napoleon I and "Redeemer of the World." The vision had inspired an intense production of drawings, all documenting images and ideas seen in the vision.

[lesmiscollageproject]

At that instant he noticed the forty-sous piece that his foot had half buried in the ground, now glistening among the pebbles. It was like an electric shock. “What is that?” he said, between his teeth. He drew back a step or two, then stopped, unable to dislodge his gaze from the spot his foot had covered the instant before, as if the thing that glistened there in the shadows were an open eye staring at him.

[probablybadrpgideas]

It's September! Here's what we did in August

Kept playtesting Forgotten Thicket, which is getting very close to completion! You can follow developement and generally natter about games, including ours, in the Pencil/Paper games Discord

Released the Probably Bad Podcast episodes "Undercover Paladin, Big Bad Boudoir, and Raccoon Day" and "Toad Time, Cookbook Rampage, and Ladvertising"

Released the patreon bonus content Reanimated Dragon Skin (5e homebrew), Christian Isekai (game), and "We Pitch the Next D&D Movie" (bonus episode)

And now that it's September there's a new short game at Pencil/Paper, called Reverse Isekai, which does exactly what it says on the tin: https://pencilpaper.itch.io/reverse-isekai

[darkstrawberrytimetravel]

Why don't you just give in?

Fem reader

Riley

Stepping back onto the wet tarmac at Stirling Lines Riley looks around at the surrounding utilitarian buildings of the garrison.

Fucking hell…this place…He thinks as he makes his way back to the weapons and signal stores to deposit his gear before his bunk room to drop his Bergen. It's August, but being England you wouldn't know it. Miserable as fuck, raining, overcast. A typical English day.

He showers, thankful for the private ensuite in his room but looking forward to visiting his flat in nearby Hereford for his own luxuries. Watching as the water runs from clear to brown and red, he checks his body, noting the lack of tone only earned from long term operations, and some of the injuries he'd sustained. Nothing too bad to warrant a trip to the medical bay.

I need to hit the gym, get back into the swing of things. He finds himself thinking as he catches a second look at himself as he dries and then dresses in simple combat trousers and a t-shirt. Foregoing his signature balaclava and booting up he steps out into the barracks corridor, glad of the fresh feeling. It's not home, but it'll do for now.

Walking out the building he joins Soap and Gaz, a small smirk at their jokes and banter as they make their way to the canteen for dinner.

“Right so get some scran then we'll get over to the pub, ya'know fill yer belly?”

Soap schemes as they join the queue, grabbing trays to load their plates onto, of course the objective tonight is getting completely and utterly paralytic. Maybe even some head from a local bird. Riley zones out, turning and scanning the hall as Soap continues to natter on only for his eyes to find hers. Of course he would. This push and pull between them is maddening. His jaw ticks as she doesn't look away, he's forced to eventually. Pussy…

“Yeah I'll come along.” Riley confirms as he shuffles along, thinking about another way of forgetting her.

Pt.2

[ryunumber]

Two Years of Ryu Numbers (on tumblr dot com)

Hi!

July 14th marked two years of running this novelty blog. As with last time, I'll be taking a week off (that I would have taken around the 14th if I could keep my dates straight) for a bit of a breather. I'll still be around to answer questions that don't require that much research, but regular posting will resume on August 7.

Thank you for two years of Ryu Numbers (on tumblr dot com)!

(more below)

I don't particularly have much to add besides that everything I said last year still holds. It's still true that the only reason I've been making posts near daily for two years is that people keep sending in requests, correcting my mistakes, and Engaging with the Content™, so whether you've been sticking around or just getting a small kick out of seeing this blog's posts every now and then: hey, I think that's neat of you to do. For your sake, I hope this blog continues to be a bit amusing in some shape and/or form.

I did open up submissions in the past year, and while I'm fairly certain about 50% of the time people are using that as a second request form (it's not, and those get deleted), a few people were nice enough to go through the effort of making the diagrams themselves. So to that end, I'd like to thank @nico-robin-official, @catgirldragon, @torka914, @sorrybutiforgotmyusername, @blasteg, @jurrasicoresposts, @hbmmaster, @throw-your-boat, and @hymnsoffuel for contributing to the blog and seeking out Ryu Numbers themselves.

And of course, a big thanks to @kchasm, for maintaining this colossal diagram of Ryu Numbers and responding to my irrelevant natter, and @skapokon, for keeping me honest by sending in corrections, both right after a post goes live and months after the fact. Lord knows otherwise I'd never look back at the 1400+ posts I've somehow accrued.

...Well, circumstances allowing, here's to a third year of trifles and technicalities, then.

[bobbie-robron]

Robron Monthly Fanfiction Recommendations (Sep-2024)

The below were recommended on Twitter during the month of September 2024.

She’s My Wife But You’re My Life (2015), Elle0555

It’s 2015 and around the time of Donny surfaced. It’s getting harder and harder for Robert to cope with his life. At first it was that he couldn’t lose either Chrissie or Aaron. Now wanting Aaron has turned into needing him in his life… and only him… because he’s so in love with him. Being with Aaron is what he looks forward to all the time. So Robert decides he’s gonna break things off with his wife but needs time to get his head right about it… and Aaron’s all for supporting him. Robert’s made his own hell and now it’s time to fix it.

Heaven and hell (were words to me) (2016), Port_in_a_Storm

It’s post SSW2016 and Robert is still affected by having told Aaron the Jack secret and wanting to keep it a secret between them. As word spreads of their engagement, Vic keeps nattering on and on about how proud Jack would be of Robert and not taking the hint to cool it. At the core of this story is Aaron’s concern for his fiancé and being there for him especially when push comes to shove and yet another secret comes to light about Jack.

Can’t You See My Love? (2019) 13.2K words, Loveislove87

The lads are feeling the brunt of responsibilities… raising Sebastian, worrying about Liv, the number of bills coming in and Robert working so much… leaving them drifting from each other. When an explosion rocks the scrapyard, it changes everything… Robert is badly injured leaving him deaf. The little family has to readjust to a new normal learning to live with Robert’s deafness but also for Aaron and Robert to find their way back to each other before Aaron does something that could destroy them completely.

My Baby Shot Me Down (2017) 14.2K words, robron_til_the_end

Reunion 2.0 slow burn. Aaron has been missing Robert more and more, he doesn’t need him in his life but WANTS him. As Aaron’s having these thoughts, Lachlan is going crazy at Home Farm where Robert happens to be. Things take a turn as it is Hippy Henrietta that shoots Robert for not wanting her. Aaron is there for him but Robert pushes him away believing he can’t make Aaron happy. That’s okay, Aaron won’t give up getting him back with Liv’s encouragement. Aaron also gives Vic some well deserved words about her choosing a stranger/baby over her own brother and friend. Zero scheming!

Midnight in paris (2017) 34.1K words, wafflesofdoom

‘Anyway, we’ll always have Paris.’ Over the course of 11 months, Robert and Aaron fell in love while Robert was setting up a new headquarters in Paris. On his last day in the city before returning to Boston, Robert suggests they take a year to sort things out in their individual lives (Robert divorcing Chrissie while ensuring he’s secured financially and Aaron with his own problems) and if they still want to give it a go, meet again in Paris under the Eiffel Tower on the 31st of August. The story moves between Robert and Aaron’s falling in love in Paris and Aaron trying to cope back in the village as he reports Gordon for the childhood abuse.

Coffee, dates and christmas (2017) 4.0K words, calthighway

First meets AU. It’s Christmas time and Liv has been with Aaron for a couple months. He treats her to Starbucks (her request) and it’s there he meets server Robert who is smitten with him at first sight. The story follows Aaron deciding to give Robert a shot (who left him his number to call) and Liv being more than happy seeing Aaron actually have a life outside of looking after her. Short but sweet.

We work it out together (2019) 42.8K words, Daily_Scenarios

The end (for how) to our lads in 2019 was quite depressing so it’s time to have a fic that gives them the happy ending they deserved. With Vic’s assaulter taken care of legally and she and Diane still deciding to leave the village of the damned, the lads themselves (including Liv) decide to make the move too for Robert to be close to them. A happy ending cannot go without Sebastian being a part of it as well as also whether there is hope for surrogacy becoming a reality.

Found Peace in Your Violence (2018) 44.7K words, lovesnarf (snarfette)

It’s post-Christmas 2017 (and the Whites are gone as the baby wasn’t Robert’s) and the lads have become close friends as Aaron had moved on with the pointless boring one. Now though, Aaron is realizing he doesn’t suit with the bland one and his feelings for Robert are still strong. Unfortunately, it appears Robert has started to move on with a bloke, Ian, that he met at a club. While Ian appears too good to be true (especially in Aaron’s eyes), he will soon become Robert’s greatest nightmare leading to domestic abuse which Robert believes he deserves. How far will things go before anyone realizes something is wrong with Robert before it’s too late?

[schizodiaries]

I made a digital drawing that represents how I feel while psychotic. It might be a bit creepy and/or eye strainy so im putting it in a read more just in case.

It’s heavily inspired by the August Natterer drawing, you know the one

I call it “Apparitions” and I plan to make more art like this.

[paper-hats-comic]

An Introduction

Well, hello there!

Welcome to Paper Hats, a Moomin fancomic project written and drawn by @janetkwallace for the purpose of showcasing his/her/their artistic talents by transforming words into images, which may or may not accurately reflect each other, but which are somehow connected.

What is Paper Hats?

Paper Hats is a Moomin fanfiction I've been writing since 2022. You can read it on Archive of Our Own (AO3).

The title came from a song by This Heat, one of my favorite bands at the time I wrote the first drafts. So far, it has eight chapters in total and, at some point, I thought "what if I adapted this story into a comic book?", and that's how it all began.

And what's the story about? What are the themes?

Well, it began as a study of Mrs. Fillyjonk's character, an exploration of her worries and fears, whether a person's negative traits define their entire being and how someone feels after doing something wrong. The overall tone is borrowed from Moominpappa at Sea and November in Moominvalley, both novels which featured a melancholic and somber mood. I enjoy writing introspective characters and how they sort out thoughts, manage disorders, express their feelings, and this story is about states of mind, reflected in the writing and art style.

The writing

Stream of consciousness. Lots and lots of stream of consciousness, combined with introspection, nostalgia, existentialism and the absurd that is to think, act and feel about things. I try to make the characters as sympathetic as possible while not denying their flaws. And speaking of flaws, Paper Hats is a story about characters reflecting on their wrongdoing, what it means to them and others.

The artwork

Most of the comic is made up of individual pieces of art that somehow interconnect to tell a story. The text exists to complement the art, while the art exists to illustrate various meanings based on the text chosen for the page. Sometimes the text and artwork do not match at all, but they exist with each other. Eh, it's very experimental, and a lot of the artwork is there to translate emotions that always change shape, size, color, everything.

The inspiration for this comic came after I read "wake Up", a Daredevil comic written by Brian Michael Bendis and drawn by David Mack. The artwork of those comics has a dreamy, oneiric look, which I'm very fond of.

Artistic influences

Besides Tove Jansson, here’s a few: Francis Bacon, Bill Sienkiewicz, August Natterer, Barry Windsor-Smith, Hirō Isono, Deryk Thomas, Paul Klee, etc.

[theimaginatrix27]

It's August In Australia, so Let's Talk AUs!

I'm honestly kinda bad at keeping up with things like this, but I thought I'd natter on about some Star Trek: Deep Space Nine AUs that have been spooling out in my head over the past year.

Yes, this will include ones I've already started posting, because fuck it, they're on my mind and I love them.

So let's start with Family Defiant! AKA, the one where most of the main cast of DS9 is an adventuring found family in a setting where the Fae are real and fairy tales sometimes happen. Not like the Five Hundred Kingdoms does it, though—I did derive some inspiration from those books, among others, but it's my own tapestry of folklore and canon references.

Here's the series link, to start with!

There are two fics in the series so far, with more prequels and sequels to come. But it started with Seven for a Secret, which I was inspired to write after reading another fairy tale flavoured fic called Innate Conditions, by the lovely and talented @tokidokifish (Thank you again, my dear. Sorry I have not done the podfic of IC I promised yet, I had to Braille it up and also practice reading aloud, and I have been writing my own things as well, but I have not forgotten! And there's more fic for you to read now than there was before! :D )

Secret is based on one of my favourite fairy tales, The Wild Swans, but with a found family and only two out of the seven being swans for reasons explained in the author's notes of the fic. We're nearly 60k words in and still have not gotten to the beginning of the Garashir I promised with tags when I posted it, because I have tribbles in my head instead of plot bunnies, and they love to worldbuild even when it isn't strictly necessary, so even a fic someone, (like, say, Tokidokifish) can write up a similar fic and get all the finer points wrapped up in about 8k words, I, a notorious rambler and overthinker, end up making the setting more and more intricate, coming up with backstories for everyone (hence the themed prequels) and whole secondary plots that will need their own sequels to resolve), and more ideas just keep coming. And I used to wonder why it kept taking me so long to get any original work ready for publishing. I'm a chronic worldbuilder and the curse of the longform writer be upon me.

So among other things, the Prophets are Fae, which makes Ben half-Fae, and there is a whole B-plot in Secret about Ben which has only just gotten properly started as of currently-posted chapters, but which is also being built up in the prequel fic, One For Sorrow, two chapters of which have now been posted. And I'm sure there's gonna be more juicy stuff added that I don't even know about yet! And some I do know but won't spoil.

Anyways, I'm very proud of this AU, so go read it if you haven't already! Those who have really seem to like it, for some reason! :P

[mire-la-mira]

Cartas de Emma Hauck, y la expresión pura desde la marginación en el arte.

Platicando sobre arte, vol 1.

¿Quién fue Emma Hauck?

Emma Hauck (1878-1928) fue una mujer alemana que trascendió en la historia del arte a partir de la fascinación por sus manuscritos y expresión caligráfica, llegando a ser exhibida en el MoMA de Nueva York. Fue institucionalizada en el Hospital Psiquiátrico de la Universidad de Heidelberg a los 30 años de edad, siendo madre de dos hijas, al ser diagnosticada con “Dementia Praecox”, lo que hoy conocemos como Esquizofrenia. Debido a su rápido deterioro determinaron que su enfermedad era terminal y trabajar en su rehabilitación no era una opción en aquel entonces, por lo que la transfirieron a un asilo en el que moriría 11 años después, aproximadamente el tiempo en el que encontrarían sus cartas dentro del archivo del Hospital Psiquiátrico, con frases como “Corazoncito, ven” o simplemente ��ven” de forma implacable y repetitiva.

(“Sin Titulo”, carta a esposo. Emma Hauck, 1909) // Corazoncito, Ven.

Emma nunca se llegó a considerar una artista, ni tuvo la intención de serlo, sin embargo la consideran una “artista marginal” u outsider artist (un término que vamos a analizar a continuación), y sus escritos abren una serie de debates sobre si en realidad es una artista o si sus cartas como tal son arte, por esto me causa intriga y conflicto si estas cartas podrían ser consideradas “obras”, pues por obra artística se entiende; “objeto elaborado empleando técnicas artísticas y con un propósito estético o social”, mientras que las cartas de Emma Hauck no cumplen ni con técnica, ni con un mero propósito externo a pedirle a su amado que regresara por ella.

Personalmente me cautivó la forma en la que su mensaje repetitivo se transforma en un lienzo textualmente ilegible pero sus infinitos pensamientos se resumen de la forma más abstracta y poderosa posible reflejando su deterioro emocional y sus profundos deseos capturados en un mínimo de palabras, que se convierten en trazos llenos de impotencia, es como si pudiera leer un electrocardiograma de lo que pedía su corazón, y se observan rastros de ternura entre todo el caos de su lucha.

Las cartas nunca fueron enviadas pues fueron descubiertas en un cajón de su habitación despues de su muerte en 1920, por lo que su esposo nunca recibió la petición de regresar por ella.

(“Sin Titulo”, carta a esposo. Emma Hauck, 1909)

Sus cartas se encuentran en La Colección Prinzhorn, una colección alemana de arte creado por pacientes psiquiátricos internados en el Hospital de la Universidad de Heidelberg, esta colección se compone por mas de 20,000 obras y piezas, entre las personas que la componen se encuentran Emma Hauck, Agnes Richter , una costurera que fue internada a dicho hospital y decidió bordar un diario de sus pensamientos en una chaqueta (les recomiendo que vean la pieza, es impresionante), y August Natterer, también considerado Artista Marginal, con una historia muy interesante detrás de sus pinturas.

¿Qué es el arte marginal?

(“Eye got a feeling” Daniel Johnston, 1982.)

El término de “artista marginal” proviene de un movimiento artístico llamado Art Brut o Arte Marginal, creado por Jean Dubuffet (escultor y pintor francés de la segunda mitad del siglo XX), esta corriente nace para hacer referencia a todo el arte creado por personas que no tuvieran contaminación alguna de influencias, sin conocimiento de técnicas, sin reglas preestablecidas, personas creando piezas desde el “margen” de la sociedad, todo esto correspondiendo a personas tales como internos de hospitales psiquiátricos, niños, ancianos, o inadaptados sociales, considerándose en esas épocas como orillados del constructo social en el que se vivía. Al no tener formación artística-acad��mica, se encuentra fundamentos de Primitivismo en sus obras, adaptándose a un primitivismo moderno para el siglo XX, lo cual me parece sumamente interesante y puro, pues es la naturalidad del deseo de expresar dentro del humano. Artistas como “Daniel Johnston” siendo un gran ejemplo de esta corriente, y “Basquiat” empleando características del movimiento.

Para el Doctor Prinzhorn, psiquiatra e historiador de arte del Hospital en el que se internó a Emma Hauck; “La creación de imágenes es impulsada por nuestro intenso deseo de dejar huella”. En aquel entonces, cuando Prinzhorn publicó una compilación de arte hecha por pacientes institucionalizados, fue un escándalo de aquellos, no solo en el mundo de la medicina, pero también en el mundo del arte, debido a la marginalización en torno a los pacientes y todos aquellos que sufrían de trastornos mentales, y lo poco que se sabía sobre ellos. Incluso en la actualidad crear Arte dentro de esta corriente podría ser una declaración de empoderamiento ante el rechazo que gira en torno a la lucha constante al vivir con trastornos mentales, y la necesidad de expresar y ser entendido en el proceso. He aquí la conexión que me llenó de intriga entre el arte y Emma Hauck.

Por un lado, claro que entra en debate la necesidad de encasillar todo, entre movimientos y corrientes, es importante que exista un espacio en el arte para reconocer la expresión de aquellos que mas necesitaban ser escuchados cuando sufrían algo que era aún más incomprendido y rechazado por la sociedad de aquel entonces (cuando tristemente sigue siendo el caso de muchas maneras), la creación de estas cartas para mi es una expresión inmortalizada de lo que sentía Emma Hauck en un contexto crudo y real, por otro lado también es importante cuestionarnos que para parte de estas piezas probablemente nunca hubo remuneración o verdadero consentimiento al momento de adquirirlas, después de su creación.

Como siempre y sobre todo, toda opinión e interpretación sobre el arte es subjetiva y válida, pero me pareció un tema super interesante!!!! tenía que compartirlo:))) me encantaría saber que opinasssss.

besitosssss, gracias por leeeeer <3333

Alexa Mir.

[theunit73]

August Natterer Meine Augen zur Zeit der Erscheinungen

[meeda]

also fun fact about my painting it was heavily inspired by August Natterer’s My Eyes at the Moment of the Apparitions

[usedcarheaven]

August Natterer (1868 –1933) 'Neter', German outsider artist with schizophrenia.

My Eyes at the Time of Revelation, 1911-13

August Natterer also known as Neter