#Clay Rasmussen

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Die Sprache der keramischen Kunst: Middlefart (DK) bis 20.08.2023

Die Sprache der keramischen Kunst– Worum geht es eigentlich? Wir alle kennen das. Sie gehen durch eine Ausstellung und plötzlich gibt es ein Kunstwerk, das die Verwirrung durchbricht und Sie anspricht. Ob alt oder neu, es spricht Sie einfach direkt an. Es schlägt einen Akkord in unserem sensorischen System an, von dem wir vielleicht nicht einmal wussten, dass es existiert. Was ist es, das Sie an…

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The Account of the Gardener (Part 1)

The old man knelt down on the wooden floor. Aching knees, tired mind, but a smile on his lips, his vitality unmatched even in his twilight years. His wrinkled hands, the color of russet brown, slipped into green gloves stained with crumbling dirt. 

Delicately, as if cradling his firstborn child of long ago, he picked up a single pot of polished clay, and the plant within. Iridescent, painted like classical pottery. With gold trim and authentic pigment.

The Gardener thought the aesthetics were a bit much. But he worked on the plant regardless, admiring the beauty that lay within. His eyes, 'restyled', bright and emerald green, looked the plant over. Through the machinery incorporated into his senses of sight and scent. Humidity, growth, physical deformities, pests reconfiguring fluid channels. 

Disease. Most of all.

They called it the bee orchid. Ophrys apifera. Petals of bright purple, surrounding a complex arrangement of growths, light browns, greens, and patterns. It vaguely resembled, for man and bee alike, the noble insect of its namesake. They were famed for their beauty throughout much of the western half of the Old World—as far north as Denmark, as far west as Iberia, as far east as Iran. In Palestine and Turkey, it was one of the many flowers whose roots were made into that flour called sahlab. One sometimes added to drinks or puddings, to warm hearts in the winter.

Aesthetically pleasing, multifaceted.

Rarer and rarer, even back in its own time. Even earlier in the century, much of the flour was synthetic.

The boss, old Lawson, was taking to a new fascination with the plant. He had specifically entrusted the Gardener with the task of maintaining his newest acquisition. Six new flowers, imported from a dealer in Izmir, in pristine condition. Bought with billions upon billions in cash.  They'd come in on a private aircraft, sealed in their own air-cycle to prevent Lima Blight from choking it dead. The soil it had come in had been checked to the most minute specification—the loam itself was worth twice its weight in gold.

It was one of those flowers that was in his hand at this very moment. And on whose inducement was this all for? The inducement of Lawson's son.

The one who was to succeed old Lawson on the board of Mack-Rasmussen. The one running a gardening vlog to a world of dead soil and starving billions, to grant them entertainment both against the point of gardening, against the Gardener's advice, and more than a little falsified. Corporate propaganda for the elder, too. Proving the Company's agricultural finesse, in an age of sealed farms, ecological collapse, and famine for hundreds of millions. The Lima Blight had, unfortunately, wrought greater havoc on the world than mere flower-wilting.

The old man had to do the dirty work, of course. For the flowers. Even after all this time, he felt complicit. But it was all he could do. All he could do with his skills, simply because he entertained them. They paid him handsomely. And they were the only ones keeping him from deportation.

Before, he'd been a gardener for a public school in the provinces. Back home. Tending the pechay and the beans that kids had lovingly and excitedly planted to give them something to take care of. While they were busy with their academics. At least with them, it all meant something.

He'd left that behind a long time ago. He had nothing to go back to. He wasn't sure how he could go back. The junta didn't care well for refugees. And they danced to the Mack-Ras tune anyway.

He loved them all, these plants. This collection of the Lawsons'. All 134 of them. They were stuck in the same lot he was; paid, until they got tired of them. The younger Lawson was perfectly content to let them rot when they were no longer popular with his millions upon millions of eager fans. Showing all of them off for his own benefit, but keeping himself the star of the show. 

Despite it all, the old man maintained them. Trying to ration, as much as possible, the precious decontaminated water that kept them alive. The fertilizer. The detoxified soil. Even as they slowly crept into obscurity, away from the Kid's attention.

The light filtered through the windows. Dusk sunlight through special, smart tint. Part of it was actually a computer-controlled screen, making it look more 'natural' than it was outside. Less awfully, harshly bright. What ozone layer was left was insufficient; it couldn't be enough if there were barely any plants or algae to fuel it. Even with all the lighting aid, the old man squinted. 

The augmentations filtered out most of the light, but they came too late to really change who he was.

This one plant in his hands reminded him of something. He loved it most of all. 

It was a relatively harmless mutation. Hypochromatism. One that made it all white. Pale and sickly. A yellow labellum. 

Only the younger Lawson's whims kept it alive now. 

Or, they had. Once. ================================================ Sorry for not uploading all that much! It has not been a very good time for the Sophie; workload-wise and emotion-wise. ^~^ Still isn't actually. I have, like, three different exams to cater to. Hence why I decided to post Part 1 early, before I complete this short story. Hope you appreciate this little slice of madness! More to come, quite certainly. <3 ================================================

Bee orchid <3

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LA / Double-Body

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IN CONVERSATION

On Sunday, February 5 at 2pm Cindy Rehm will be in conversation with Shana Lutker. 

Both Los Angeles-based artists share a deep interest and decade(s) long research on all things hysterical, historical medical sources and their relevance to a contemporary art context, the echoes of surrealism, and a critical feminist lens on the specters of psychoanalysis, to name just a few. We are thrilled to have those two “hystorian artists” meet and discuss their shared interests for the very first time. Please come and join the conversation.

Shana Lutker is a Los Angeles-based artist and Executive Director of Project X Foundation for Art & Criticism, a nonprofit art organization that publishes the contemporary art quarterly X-TRA, the website x-traonline.org, and presents public programs. Her work was shown in many US and international venues, including the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden; 18th St Arts Center in Santa Monica; Pérez Art Museum Miami; Susanne Vielmetter Los Angeles Projects; the 2014 Whitney Biennial; Performa 13; the SculptureCenter, Hauser & Wirth, Moscow Museum of Modern Art; and has been covered in Art in America, Artforum, Artillery, Frieze, Hyperallergic, Los Angeles Times, and The New York Times, among others.

CURATED VIDEO PROGRAM

Cindy Rehm curated a video program in conversation with themes in her exhibition that will be on view as part of “Double-body”. The program includes works by Ursula Brookbank, Heehyun Choi, Mehregan Pezeshki, Ali Prosch, Heather Rasmussen, Kayla Tange, and Jessica Wimbley. To share this incredible work also off-gallery hours, please find here the program on demand: 

[Click here to watch the video program]

Heehyun Choi Between the Eyes 2, 2019 (video, 16mm to HD, color, sound, 2:48)

Ursula Brookbank Tiny Rituals, 2021 (video, color, sound, 8:00)

Mehregan Pezeshki The Shadow On The Wall, 2020 (video, black and white, sound, 4:44)

Jessica Wimbley Potential Space, 2022 (Digital Video Collage, b/w, color, sound, 2:28)

Heather Rasmussen Legs and legs movement #1 (two views), 2015 (HD video with sound, 6:52)

Kayla Tange Dis·in·te·gra·tion, 2021 (sculpture, performance for camera, video, 2:57)

(Sound elements: disintegrating clay, silent screams, voice of Chuck Hohng, clay head photograph by Caroline Yoo.)

Ali Prosch Conjure, 2022 (video, color, sound, 5:10)

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Clay seminar one :

Clay is a material responsive to touch. It is time sensitive. It takes time and experience to understand and harness its potential.

When clay is wet you can:

->shape it

->mould it

->paint with it

-> roll it, flatten it, stretch it

-> etc.

When clay is dry you can:

->stack it

->pierce it

->carve it

->scratch it

->etc.



Water->melt->solid to liquid

Cast and paint-> recycle it

*Doesn’t become ceramic until fired*.

Forest of pots-> work project onto vessels.

3 main practices in clay

Art

Craft

Design

Artists in the art practice:

Eva Farakasova

Deirdre Mcloughlin - hand build

Richard Notkin- moulded forms

Amy Mackle- hand built

Artists in the craft practice:

Eithne Hehir- throwing

Jack Doherty- wheel

Karen Morga- throwing

Nicolas Moose

Artists in the design practice:

Derek Wilson

Ann McBride

Ingrid Murphy-> seen and unseen

Frances Lambe-> piercing clay form enhanced

Sara Flynn->potters wheel throw vessels

Paul Scott

Elke Sada

Mefele Rasmussen

Elke Sada -> color enhanced, painterly quality.

Clay = figurative

John Rainey 3D prints

Tip Toland cuts and carves inside ->large scale

Claire Cureen extended pinch 1/4 life size

Christy Keeney slabs,cuts,and assembles to develop form

Douke de Vries-> humor, slip cast, found objects

Susan o’ byre->detailed layered form pieces->mosaic

Allesandro Gallo

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F1 Esports Series Pro Championship: Opmeer returns to winning ways in Round 8 at Mexico City

Two-time F1 Esports Series champion Jarno Opmeer struck back in fine style on Thursday evening, winning the Mexico City round. Having not taken to the top step in the opening seven races, he scored victory at the venue which saw his last win, back in 2021. It follows a disappointing day on Wednesday, where he scored no points in Monza, and sees him back in the mix in the championship. F1 Esports Series Pro Championship: Ronhaar takes second win of 2022 in Round 7 at Monza Pole-sitter Frede Rasmussen was unable to convert, clocking up a longlist of penalties while skirmishing for the podium places with Thomas Ronhaar, and ultimately finished in P11. Opmeer – who started third – got the jump at the start, easily out-dragging Ronhaar’s Haas, decked out in hard tyres. He followed in the wheel-tracks of Rasmussen until Lap 16, when the Dane pitted. Ompeer’s ascendancy was complete one lap later, as he emerged from the pits ahead of Rasmussen; a clean in-lap proving crucial for the Mercedes man. It was a race of opposing strategies, with most of the field opting to run mediums then hards. That was except for Bari Boroumand, Ronhaar, and Daniele Haddad, who all took the pain of the slower tyres for their first stint. None were a factor at first, with Ronhaar hitting the front once the frontrunners pitted. After that, Haddad became a cork in a bottle. Leading the race by virtue of not pitting until Lap 21. Opmeer passed him with ease, but Rasmussen lost vital time through Mexico’s Esses, and dropped to 1.4s behind Opmeer. F1 Esports Series Pro Championship: Blakeley dominates the field at Zandvoort to win Round 6 That left him vulnerable to attack from behind. The resurgent Boroumand worked his strategy to perfection, and blitzed Rasmussen for P2 on Lap 28. One lap later and it was Ronhaar’s go, going up the inside at Turn 4. Clearly Ronhaar’s move rattled Rasmussen’s cage, and on Lap 32 he appeared to barge Ronhaar off the road, ushering him towards the wall at the same corner. The Haas driver maintained track position despite this, but Rasmussen was hit with a penalty. Despite the compound differential, Boroumand was unable to make inroads into Opmeer’s lead, and he headed across the line 3.5s ahead of the McLaren Shadow racer. Rasmussen finished third on the road, but plummeted to P11 following his penalties. Ronhaar completed the podium in third, ahead of Marcel Kiefer in P4, and Josh Idowu in P5. Points leader Lucas Blakeley was P6, then came Nicolas Longuet in P7, Jake Benham in P8, Shanaka Clay ninth, and Joni Tormala took the final point in P10. With just one race remaining in Event 3, join us again on Friday evening, as we go racing around the Circuit of The Americas. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

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In a TikTok video that has garnered hundreds of thousands of views, Dr. Carrie Madej outlined the ingredients for a bath she said will “detox the vaxx” for people who have given into Covid-19 vaccine mandates.

The ingredients in the bath are mostly not harmful, although the supposed benefits attached to them are entirely fictional. Baking soda and epsom salts, she falsely claims, will provide a “radiation detox” to remove radiation Madej falsely believes is activated by the vaccine. Bentonite clay will add a “major pull of poison,” she says, based on a mistaken idea in anti-vaccine communities that toxins can be removed from the body with certain therapies.

Then, recommends adding in one cup of borax, a cleaning agent that’s been banned as a food additive by the Food and Drug Administration, to “take nanotechnologies out of you.”

In reality, in addition to being potentially harmful as a skin and eye irritant, a borax “detox bath” will not remove the effects of the Covid vaccine from your body.

The video is one of several methods anti-vaccine influencers and communities on social media have in recent weeks suggested to their many followers who have capitulated and received the Covid shot. Anti-vaccine message boards are now littered with users caving to societal pressure or work mandates and receiving a coronavirus vaccination.

“Once you’re injected, the lifesaving vaccination process has already begun. You can’t unring a bell. It’s just not physically possible,” said Angela Rasmussen, a virologist and adjunct professor at the University of Saskatchewan in Canada.

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We’re Not the Stars, We’re What’s Between Them by Matt Rasmussen

A clay pigeon landed on my sill

and told me this story:

When the earth rolled on top of the sun

and crushed it into gleaming sand,

all of the world’s sadness

pooled in one man’s lower eyelid.

He cried the tear that sparked the flood.

A sunset is powerful, he explained.

The clay pigeon continued:

When the sadness spilled over

everyone drowned except us.

It poured into us like ink

through our eyes.

The black yolk of the pupil

is a small pool peeking out.

Then, as had always happened,

the clay pigeon flew away

and shattered in mid-air,

and I wrote this,

and this.

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This boy’s becoming a really handsome young man, I envy the photographers who have the opportunity to shoot him, I’d also like to take pictures of him, to make a sketch in real life (unfortunately it’s not easy to meet people with such an extraordinary attractive appearance in everyday life). I think such appearance is a great chance for artists, I mean, directors, photographers, etc. Photogenic and bright, with his own character, very recognizable but plastic. Although I didn’t really like his acting in the third season of “Stranger Things” (can’t say I like this show at all), I can assume that he has been having a difficult period as a teenager, so I believe he’ll find himself. Wish good luck to this boy! These are some photos from one of my favorite photoshoots for i-D Magazine, Aug 17, 2017. You can read the full article.  Credits Text Jack Sunnucks Photography Matteo Montanari Styling Celestine Cooney Grooming Ramsel Martinez at Lowe & Co using R+Co. Prop stylist Brynn Bowen at Streeters. Photography assistance Leonardo Ventura, Greg Granaghan and Angelo Sgambati. Digital technician Clay Rasmussen at Milk Studios. Styling assistance Jordan Wright. Production Fox and Leopard. Retouching Postmen. Great work!

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Council member calls for changes in ED process after Pilot report

"We should have better intel than an investigative reporter has," Rasmussen said. "Vetting needs to take place before (a project) gets here."

By Shereen Siewert WAUSAU — Wausau City Council President Lisa Rasmussen is calling for changes in the city’s vetting process for development partners amid revelations about the troubled history of a key player in Wausau’s multi-million dollar Riverlife Village project. Wausau Pilot and Review broke the story early Monday, which has since been picked up by other local media sources. Longtime…

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“Gauze in the Wound” - Part 11

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10

One word: Dare-ianna!

Ships in the making Bound for a distant shore A world for the taking Men gone forevermore Boarding and setting sail Yet victory won’t prevail

Freeze the arrow in the air Make your mark and leave it hanging there Be the first to turn around Take the leap to land on higher ground

Call it surrender Still won’t feel like defeat Men laying down their swords Each of their own accord

Freeze the arrow in the air Make your mark and leave it hanging there Be the first to turn around Take the leap to land on higher ground

Raise the banner to the sky Face the fear and hold your head up high Take the leap like you were bound For higher ground… 

~ “Higher Ground” by Rasmussen

“Thank you Friedborg,” Arianna said as she inspected herself in the mirror, admiring Friedborg’s work in braiding her hair back and into a tight bun.  It would definitely hold well for a good many hours without Arianna having to worry about fussing with it.  “You’ve outdone yourself again, as always.”

Friedborg acknowledged the queen’s praise with a small nod, and then held out to her the pack that she had specially prepared for her.  Queen Arianna took the pack from Friedborg, and gave her lady-in-waiting a quick hug good-bye before seeing to it that everything else in the room was in place. 

The flower vase moved to the other windowsill with the rose facing towards the window, and the three daffodils placed at twelve, four, and nine o’clock.  Her red scarf with the gold stitching tied around the upper right bedpost.  The clay bird whistle Rapunzel had made for her set on the king’s dresser, and right on top of the coaster also made for him that he usually kept on the nightstand.  The note tucked into Frederic’s hat that read, “Shakespeare – A113.” 

“That should do it,” Arianna thought, knowing that these signals would be enough to reassure her husband that she ventured out of her own free will.  “It wouldn’t due to have them think that Varian had taken me hostage again,” she thought a little sadly…though also felt a familiar tingle of excitement as her thoughts turned to what she was setting out to do.  “Let’s just hope he’s willing to hear me out on this and see reason.”

Arianna adjusted the leather belt around her old dark tunic (it was good to wear it again after so many years), and grabbed her scrimshaw knife from the little drawer at her bedside before heading for the door.  “Thank you again Friedborg,” Arianna said softly over her shoulder as she left the royal chambers.  “Oh, and one more thing?” she quickly said, peeking back in a little sheepishly.  “Tell Frederic I’m sorry.  And the Captain too.”  Here, Arianna couldn’t help but look a little ashamed.  “Especially the Captain.  Goodness knows this is one of the last things he needs right now.”

Friedborg gave a reassuring smile to the queen, who nodded back gratefully as she slipped back out into the hallway, making her way as quietly as she could so as not to alert any of the palace servants or guards.  It wouldn’t be long now before the emergency meeting was adjourned, and the servants would start attending to the early morning duties.  She, or rather they, had perhaps fifteen minutes at best before their absence was discovered.

“To the kitchens then,” she told herself, turning and trotting quickly down the back stairs, for she had a hunch that was where she would find him.  “After all,” she thought, “even Varian would know you can’t carry out a successful rescue mission on an empty stomach.”

“All right Ruddiger, I need you to listen to me,” Varian whispered in haste to his companion as he knelt down beside him on the floor of the Captain’s office, firmly buckling a small leather pack to the raccoon’s back as he did so.  “I need you to get a few elements for me from the forge, and then meet me at the docks.  You have to be careful though, ok?  Most likely they’ll already have the building cordoned off, so you gotta be sneaky about it.  Can you do that for me?”

Ruddiger gave a serious nod in reply, and listened carefully as Varian told him all the different vials and potions he needed him to get from Xavier’s alchemy cabinet.  Hopefully, nothing in the cabinet had been damaged in the raid or had been stolen.  While getting the elements wasn’t crucial to the mission per se, it would definitely give them an leg up to have on hand when it came to facing any Saporian agents.  “You got all that buddy?” Varian asked a little while later as he came to the end of the list, and Ruddiger nodded again in return.  “Good boy,” Varian said, giving Ruddiger a quick affectionate squeeze as he lifted him from the floor.  “Now out you go,” he said as he unlatched one of the windows, and Ruddiger vanished into the dark blue of the increasing morning beyond, his black and white tail bobbing away as he scaled down the vines lining the castle’s walls. 

Varian frowned as he noted the steadily increasing daylight.  They wouldn’t have much time.

After strapping the Demanitus steel sword around his waist, Varian grabbed a leather shoulder bag from the wardrobe in the corner, and shoved the Demanitus steel formula packet inside of it.  Varian dreaded the idea of having to use the formula as a bargaining chip, but if the separatists were serious and Xavier’s life was at risk, Varian would sooner trade in the formula to save his mentor’s life than to not have it on him and find that to be a problem.

This done, Varian snuck back out of the Captain’s office, quietly locking the door back up behind him, and swiftly made his way to the palace kitchens.  (After living at the palace for the last few months, and after two previous successful attempts at sneaking in and out, Varian had little trouble getting around without being noticed.)  Varian had no idea how long this mission was going to take, but he for sure didn’t want to get stuck going for days on end without at least some sort of food supply.  Taking great care to not disturb the servants still sleeping in their quarters nearby, Varian stealthily tiptoed his way to the castle’s pantries, and began shoving an assortment of non-perishables into the shoulder bag at his side.  A small ache began to form inside of his stomach at this – partially from suddenly feeling a bit hungry as he looked at all the food, partially from a still rather sickly feeling he had in his stomach despite his hunger, and then also from a small jab of guilt at the idea of essentially stealing some of the castle’s food supply.

But Varian didn’t have time to dwell on these feelings for long, for as he was filling a canteen of water from the sink, he heard light footsteps approaching down the hallway just beyond the door.  Varian quickly looked for a place to hide, though in his haste and in the dark of the room (for Varian of course didn’t want to attract any attention by lighting any lamps or candles), he accidentally stumbled into one of the tables nearby, and nearly swore under his breath as this caused him to drop his canteen onto the floor with a sharp clang.  Varian felt his heart leap into his throat as he heard the latch of the door come undone, and Varian quickly darted underneath one of the other tables, hardly daring to breathe as he heard someone come into the room. 

Varian bit his lip hard as he could see the shadowy silhouette of the person’s boots standing in the doorway, though from where he was Varian could not see higher than their knees.  Judging by the size and style of the boots however, Varian was certain it had to be one of the lady servants of the castle who came in…though he did think it odd that any of the kitchen maids would wear boots that were obviously made for traversing hard terrain.  Perhaps kitchen work at the castle was more strenuous than he had ever thought (for after the whole incident with the truth serum cookies, Varian had not been allowed to help with any food preparation at the palace, so he hadn’t seen much of the castle’s kitchen work).  That seemed to be the only logical explanation.

Varian strained to remain still as stone as the figure now strode into the room, and picked up the canteen that Varian had dropped on the floor.  Varian hoped that perhaps the figure in question wouldn’t bother to think about it too much, and simply drop the dirtied canteen back into the sink and just move on long enough for Varian to slip away.  But Varian felt a nervous sweat begin to break out on his brow as he could hear the lady servant turn on the water to the sink, and the water ran for long enough that Varian was certain she was taking the time to wash the canteen as well.  Then, the water continued to flow as he heard her reach into one of the cupboards, and by the change in sound of the water flow, it sounded as if she were filling some sort of cup or container.  No, not one now, but two at least.

“How long is this going to go on for?” Varian thought in alarm, knowing that every second that ticked by only increased his chances of discovery.

Suddenly, Varian jumped a little as a canteen full of water was set down on the floor to the side of the table he was hiding under, and one of the booted feet of the lady servant scooted it under the table to sit right beside him.  Varian’s eyes then went wide and his blood ran cold as he heard in the air above him, “So Varian, are we going to do this or not?”

He recognized that voice.  It was the queen!

After taking in the situation for a second or two, Varian finally set his face to a frown before swiping up the canteen from where it sat in front of him, and Varian scooted his way out from underneath the table.  For a moment Varian almost didn’t recognize the queen as he looked up at her, for instead of wearing her usual court attire from only a little while before, she was now dressed in a dark tunic and leggings similar to that which the king wore on the day of…well, on the day of his arrest.  She also had all of her hair pulled tightly back into a bun, and had a leather pack slung across her shoulders.

“So,” Varian finally attempted to say confidently as he stood before the queen, doing his best to keep eye contact with her in the dim light and not betray his confusion as he casually dusted himself off a little and straightened his shirt.  “Word’s out then huh?  Have they set off the alarms?  Are you here to stop me?  Is the castle all up looking for-?” 

“No,” Queen Arianna interrupted, tucking away a second canteen into her pack and looking back at Varian, all seriousness in her eyes as she said one of the last things he ever expected to hear in that moment.  “I’m coming with you.”

Varian blinked up at her, his jaw working to form any sort of coherent response.  “W-wait, you-?  Whoa, ok, hold on, back up!  Did you…did you just say that you were-?”

Arianna nodded.  “You’re heading out to rescue Xavier, yes?  Well, I’m not about to stand by and let you go by yourself Varian,” she said, making to explain things quickly (as she was aware also of the time).  “It’s too dangerous to go alone.”

“Why do you think I’m taking this then?” Varian asked, laying a hand on the sword at his side, only dimly wondering if the gesture would be taken as some sort of threat (yet another charge to add the roster he was gradually building up this night).  But Arianna didn’t look at all distressed nor intimidated as she continued. 

“Weapons or not,” she replied, “You’re certainly in no condition to chase after a troop of separatists by yourself.”

“What do you mean by that?” Varian asked, and then found himself surprised into silence as the queen suddenly brought a hand forward and rested the back of it briefly on his forehead.  Varian had flinched a little of course at the motion, though surprised even himself when he restrained himself from swatting her hand away from him.  Though…perhaps it wasn’t too surprising, when he had quickly recognized the familiar gesture for what it was (though he hadn’t been on the receiving end of it in years).

“Mhmm,” Arianna hummed to herself after a second, pulling her motherly hand away.  “I knew it.  You’re teetering on a low fever.”

“And what’s it to you?” Varian retorted sharply, and shifted the pack over his shoulder into a more comfortable position as he made to push his way passed the queen and towards the kitchen door.  “And anyway, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve gotten pretty good at doing things by myself, thank you very much.  Besides, you’d only be a liability if you came.  And I- Gah!” 

Varian had to do his best to stifle a loud cry of surprise as he suddenly heard (and felt) a quick “swish” blow passed his left ear, and he jumped back quickly (nearly stumbling over himself all over again) as a scrimshaw knife embedded itself smartly into the wood of the doorframe in front of him with a sharp “thwack”. 

“Oh jeeze!” Varian hissed between gasps for air.  “What’re you trying to do woman, give me a heart attack!?”

“That,” Queen Arianna said with a smug look on her face, “was for kidnapping me.”

Varian glared back at her (though hoping she didn’t notice the brief flicker of admiration that also manifested itself for a second at her actions).  “I don’t have time for this,” he finally growled as he reached again for the door handle.

“Varian, please!” Arianna whispered harshly after him as she followed him out the door and down one of the corridors leading to one of the entrances to the underground tunnels.  “You’re not thinking clearly.  I know what you’re trying to do, but really, you can’t do this alone.”

“I don’t need your protection,” Varian whispered angrily over his shoulder in return.

“This isn’t just about protection Varian,” Arianna said.  “How do you even plan on catching up to them?”

“I’ll take a boat,” Varian replied.  “Most of the smaller watercraft were left largely untouched during the raid.  I’ll get a dinghy or something.”

“Oh really?” the queen asked, Varian again cringing hard as he detected a smile in her voice as she said it.  “Do you even know how to sail?”

Varian suddenly stopped, his expression turning to the “oh snap” kind as he suddenly realized he actually hadn’t thought of that.  But he didn’t want to give the queen any sort of satisfaction, so instead of being honest and saying he had never sailed in his life, Varian simply replied with, “…Can’t be that hard to figure out.”

Arianna couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle this assertion, earning a hard glare from Varian at her over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Arianna said.  “You’re right, it’s not funny, and we’re running out of time.  But seriously Varian, you won’t be able to catch up to the separatists – let alone manage any sort of confronttion with them – if you aren’t physically able to do so in the first place.  You need to rest, and you need someone who can sail.  That’s where I can help you.  Once we’re on our way, you can rest while I do the sailing.  I learned how to do it years ago when I was exploring the seas off the coast of Gushombai.  You need me to do this.”

Varian stared back at her for a good few seconds, processing her words with a furrowed brow.  “…You’re actually serious, aren’t you?” he finally asked, Arianna not sure whether he was asking the question in regards to helping him, or about sailing off the coasts of Gushombai once upon a time (or both), but she nodded in the affirmative in any case.

“Why?” Varian now asked sharply.

“Because you need help,” Arianna replied, and noted a flare of recognition in Varian’s eyes as she said these words, though she let that be as she proceeded to explain.  “Look Varian, I know I’m one of the last persons you want to have anything to do with right now, and I know you don’t trust me.  I don’t really trust you either.  And I also know that there may be severe consequences for what we’re about to do.  But like you, I can’t stand by and let one of my citizens be taken captive like this.  And anyway, there isn’t a whole lot I can do here presently in the city in regards to the situation.  The king and the Captain have that largely under their control.  But Xavier can’t afford for us to wait too long to go after him, and this is something I can do.  And while I knew Freder- um, his majesty won’t approve of my going, this is something I am free to do as queen.  And if you travel with me under my charge, then you technically never would’ve left custody, so they can’t charge you with that either.  Nor charge you with the theft of whatever you’ve taken for that matter.  However you look at it, it’s better for you this way.”

Varian bristled at the queen’s boldness in bringing up such a notion.  Him!?  Willingly placing himself under her charge!?  She must be crazy!  Why would he ever do that!?  Why of all the priggish things to even suggest-! 

But then, as Varian opened his mouth to make a sharp retort, it all hit him like a thunderclap.  The queen was right.  Varian still didn’t like the idea so much, but what else was he to do?  Arianna had been right – he needed rest, he needed someone who could sail, and having an authority figure travel with him may actually be an advantage in the long run. 

Also – and this was perhaps the most impressive thought that Varian had in that moment – Varian realized…this wasn’t about him.  Whatever he may think or feel about the situation, something bigger was going on here, and he had to act accordingly.

For Xavier.

With a heavy, reluctant sigh, Varian finally relented.  “You’re sure you can sail?” was all he asked as he opened the secret entrance into the tunnels that ran underneath the castle.

“You’d be hard-pressed to find a better helmswoman,” was her only reply as the two of them ventured into the tunnels, and opted for silence between them as they went the rest of the way to the docks.

King Frederic gave a long, deep yawn as he made his way back to their bedchambers.  He didn’t blame Arianna for wanting to leave the meeting early (as they had begun to talk about security strategies and the costs of damages), though he was a bit jealous that she got to get a few extra hours’ sleep that night.  There was no helping it though.  His kingdom needed him in this dark hour…and he wasn’t about to disappoint them all again.

Very quietly, Frederic opened the door to the bedchamber, trying his hardest not to wake Arianna as he went inside.  However, Frederic found himself soon stopping in his tracks as he noticed Arianna was not in the bed.  “Where could she have gone?” he wondered to himself, then thinking that perhaps she was just sitting out on the balcony.  But she wasn’t there either. 

“Strange…” Frederic thought to himself, though thought that there must be some sort of simple explanation for why Arianna was not in their room.  It was her castle after all.  Anyway, Frederic really just needed to stop in real quick and put on different clothes in order to get ready to help with the repairs around town.  He could catch up with his wife later.

But as he came up to his dresser, Frederic’s eyes caught sight of the small clay bird whistle Rapunzel had made for Arianna perched atop of the coaster his daughter had also made for him.

“Wait…could that mean-!?”

Frederic’s heart began to pound hard behind his sternum as his eyes scanned the room for the other signs.  The vase with the flowers on the windowsill, the red scarf around the bedpost, and then the folded note in his hat. 

There was no question.  Arianna had gone! 

“But where!?  And why!?” Frederic asked himself, trying to fight the foreboding feeling growing inside his chest, which only increased as an urgent knocking sounded at the door, and he heard Nigel’s voice cry out from the other side, “Sire, please!  Open the door!  This is an emergency!”

Quickly, Frederic opened the door, finding both Nigel and the Captain awaiting him.  Nigel’s face had gone very pale, while the Captain’s was red with fury. 

“What is it?” King Frederic asked, and clutching hard at the note he still held in his hands.  “What’s happened?”

“Varian attacked Pete shortly after he was taken out of the meeting,” the Captain growled, clearly enraged.  “We found him locked up in the kid’s room.  He told us Varian decked him and then made off with his keys.  We’ve put the entire castle in lockdown and are searching for him.  We’ve come here to make sure that you and her majesty are all-  …Sir, are you all right?”

But Frederic hardly noticed the Captain’s question as he again looked down at the note scrunched between his fingers, and leaned one hand against the doorframe to their bedchamber as he tried to steady himself.

It couldn’t be!  They couldn’t have!  Arianna would never-!

“Quickly!” he now ordered the Captain as he pushed passed him and nearly set off at a run down the hallway.  “Search everywhere!  Find Varian and the queen!  Make sure that no one enters or leaves the castle until they’re found!  Cover all of the entrances to the tunnels!  Search the tunnels!  Make sure that-!”

“Captain!” another guard called out as he came running down the hallway to meet them, the sun finally coming up over the horizon and its light streaming in through the windows as he did so.  “We just received word from the lighthouse keeper in the bay!  He said that he saw a small watercraft pull its way out of the harbor but ten minutes ago.  He said he couldn’t tell who it was, but that there were at least two people in it.  He thought you’d want to know.”

All the men in the hallway now stood as still as if they’d been turned into stone, though Frederic managed to clench a fist tighter around the note in his hand.  “Oh Arianna,” he thought to himself in bewilderment.  “What are you doing!?”

After meeting up with Ruddiger at the docks, Arianna had led the way to where one of the royal training dinghies was docked near the base of Corona’s lighthouse.  It was very alarming trying to avoid the guards that now patrolled along the wharf, but both Varian and Arianna had had a history of doing a bit of sneaking around, and so they were able to get to where they needed to go with rather less than the usual difficulty.  As quietly as they could, the two of them worked to get the rigging ready, and the boat ready for sailing on the open water.  Varian’s ignorance of sailing manifested itself very quickly as more than once he gave Arianna a confused look as she used terms and directions he did not know the meaning of.  But after a few moments of hand signals and whisperings to one another, the small vessel was ready for sailing, and the two of them were away and gliding swiftly along, following Corona’s western coastline southward.

“The vessel they took was a coastal trading ferry,” Arianna had explained as they set their course.  “They wouldn’t be able to take a craft like that very far out to sea without risking having it capsizing on such rough and high waves.  You need the calmer and more shallow coastal waters for something like that.  Most likely, if we keep along the coast, and they don’t realize they’re being followed, we should be able to catch up with them by nightfall.  Especially if they didn’t bother to throw any of Nazeem’s cargo overboard – which they likely wouldn’t have thought to do if they didn’t believe they would be followed, and probably would’ve wanted to keep anyway as booty – then that will also make them a bit slower.  We’re the lighter and faster vessel.  We should be able to catch up to them.”

“Good,” Varian said tiredly as Arianna rolled up the map she had taken with her.  As she settled down to man the rudder at the back of the boat, Varian made to make his sleeping space at the front as comfortable as possible.  For he was eager by now to get in even a few hours’ sleep as he had been up literally all night.  But getting comfortable was proving difficult, and soon enough, fighting seasickness made it even worse.

“Here,” Arianna finally said after a few minutes, noticing Varian’s increasingly green color and handing him a small bottle she had tucked away in her pack.

“What is it?” Varian asked, squinting hard to read the small label on it and gripped the side of the boat with his free hand as they hit another series of waves, doing his best to not break out into a series of dry heaves.

“It’s a seasickness tonic,” said Arianna.  “It should help you sleep.”

Varian frowned hard at it, his eyes still reading the label.  “One of the side effects listed here is nausea,” he commented dully, earning a small laugh from Arianna.

“Ha ha ha!  Pretty sure they just put that on there to cover themselves,” she replied lightly.  “Oh, don’t look at me like that Varian.  It’s fine.  Just give it a try.” 

With a sigh, Varian uncorked the top of it, gave it a quick sniff, and finally after determining that it was safe and not poisonous, he proceeded to get a few sips down his throat, wrinkling his nose at the aftertaste it left in his mouth.

“Bleh!” he said as he handed the bottle back to Arianna.  “No wonder they listed nausea as a side effect.”  Again, Arianna chuckled at Varian’s comments…And against his better judgment, Varian actually caught himself smiling back a little at her amusement as he heard it.  Though he quickly set his face back to neutral as he turned his attention to the items Ruddiger had brought back from the forge.  While a few of the vials Varian had requested were not inside, most of what he wanted was there. 

“You did great Ruddiger,” he said to the raccoon as he scratched him under the chin and handed him an apple from his own bag.  “Good boy!”

“What are you going to do with those?” Arianna now inquired as she watched Varian look through and sort the various vials and bottles and envelopes Ruddiger had brought back. 

“Whatever’s necessary,” Varian simply replied with a shrug as he continued to sift through them, and also finding his stomach growling for something to eat shortly afterwards.  “Guess that tonic really does work,” Varian thought to himself, and proceeded to prepare a light breakfast of bread and cheese for himself.  After washing it down with a few gulps of water, Varian made to settle himself back down again, with Ruddiger curling up in his arms as the two tired prisoners made to catch up on some long awaited rest, and the boat rocking gently in the waves below them.

Arianna couldn’t help but watch them for a little while as Varian drifted off to sleep, feeling a familiar and painful ache begin to settle again in her heart again as she did so.  If there was one thing Arianna learned after becoming a mother, it’s that you never really stop being one from then on after.  Even when it came to another’s child, something inside of you just never quite shakes those feelings.  Arianna frowned as she found herself wanting so badly to straighten out the cloak that Varian had draped carelessly over himself, to push back his dark bangs away from his face, and to give him a soft kiss on the forehead.

Arianna shook herself from such thoughts, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.  What was she doing out here with him anyway!?  This was her former captor after all, someone who hated her with every fiber of his being, and had tried to kill her friends and family but months ago.  The only reason why they were both out here like this was because they had a mutual friend who needed their help.  This was all this was. 

…And yet…

“No, don’t start that now,” Arianna told herself sternly as she set her eyes firmly ahead to the seas before them.  “He’s not that baby anymore, remember?  He’s fourteen, a criminal, and feels no warm feelings for you.  Just leave him alone, and let’s get on with things.” 

The minutes ticked by, and after a while Arianna found that she couldn’t stand the lonely sounds of just the wind and the waves and gulls around her.  She wanted so badly to talk to someone, but of course Varian and Ruddiger were both asleep, and Varian probably wouldn’t have wanted to talk to her anyway even if he were awake.  “Well,” she finally thought to herself with resignation, “when one has no one else to talk to, there’s no harm in filling the silence with one’s own voice I suppose.”

And with that, Arianna gave one last glance over at Varian to make sure he was really asleep, and then started to sing an old song she remembered from her days on the sea.

“A foreign shore behind me And a hundred more to go On stormy seas and starless nights Caught on a cold wind’s blow So many years have put my battered bow up to the test A long forgotten promise coming home at last to rest

Yet even in this darkness Something calls for me to find And cities may all turn to ash And stonewalls fall to time My love still lies there buried Under silent ice and sleep A grave left unattended By the word I couldn’t keep...” 

Meanwhile, Arianna did not notice the slight shifting of Varian’s expression as she began to sing.  Though Varian could only make out a few of the words over the roar of the waves around them, he could consistently hear the pretty sound of the queen’s voice in the air above him.  She was not an amazing singer if he was honest, but her voice was genuine and on key, and that combined with the rocking of the waves and warmth he felt as Ruddiger snuggled closer into him? 

…Well…it was the closest he had felt to coming home in a long while…

Soon enough, Varian found himself sinking into the deep seas of blessed unconsciousness; allowing himself to drift into dreamless sleep as the queen’s voice – like a distant siren’s song – faded gently away into the darkness that gently engulfed him.

Songs referenced in this chapter:

"Higher Ground" by Rasmussen - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JilMmML1E18

"The Word I Couldn't Keep" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnWNwWteWXc

Aaand the bit of dialogue between Arianna and Varian concerning the dangers of going alone so he's taking is sword with him was meant to be a subtle nod to The Legend of Zelda. xP

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DÏSPÕSÄBL£ H£RÖ£S 1986 MÄST£R ÖF PÜPP£TS M£TÄLLÏÇÄ_ P∆ÑT£R∆'SH∆DØ￦ STÜDÏØ V£RSÏØÑ https://youtu.be/tRqCOIsTx8M L¥RÏK: "Disposable Heroes" Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all Victim of what said should be A servant 'til I fall Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here Greetings, Death He's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say, when I say Back to the front You will die when I say, you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blind man Barking of machine-gun fire does nothing to me now Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow More a man, more stripes you bare, glory-seeker trends Bodies fill the fields I see The slaughter never ends Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here Greetings, Death He's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say, when I say Back to the front You will die when I say, you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blind man Why, am I dying? Kill, have no fear Lie, live off lying Hell, hell is here I was born for dying Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day Looking back I realize, nothing have I done Left to die with only friend Alone I clench my gun Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty-one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here Greetings, Death He's yours to take away Back to the front You will do what I say, when I say Back to the front You will die when I say, you must die Back to the front You coward You servant You blind man Back to the front ÏÑFØ: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_of_Puppets Master of Puppets is the third studio album by American heavy metal band Metallica. It was released on March 3, 1986 by Elektra Records. Recorded at the Sweet Silence Studios with producer Flemming Rasmussen, it was the first Metallica album released on a major record label. Master of Puppets was the band's last album to feature bassist Cliff Burton, who died in a bus accident in Sweden during the album's promotional tour. The album peaked at number 29 on the Billboard 200 and became the first thrash metal album to be certified platinum. It was certified 6× platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in 2003 for shipping six million copies in the United States. The album was eventually certified 6× platinum by Music Canada and gold by the British Phonographic Ind.

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Nature. Traces & Reflections: Middelfart(DK) bis 13.03.2022

Nature. Traces & Reflections: Middelfart(DK) bis 13.03.2022

Die Natur spielt die Hauptrolle der Inspiration zu den prächtigen Werken der dänischen Designbewegung um 1900, Skønvirke genannt, von denen eine Auswahl in der Schatzkammer des Museums zu bewundern ist. Vor allem die Stücke aus feinem Porzellan von Fanny Garde und Effie Hegermann-Lindencrone zeugen von einer besonderen Faszination für die Welt der Pflanzen. Malene Hartmann Rasmussen, Sea, 2020,…

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Yankes Comeback To Take Series.

Yankees 10 Twins 7 W-Castro (3-0) L-Duran (0-2) SV-Holmes (9)

The Minnesota Twins evened the series last night with an impressive win over the Yankees. The rubber game was tonight as both offenses were ready from the start. Aaron Judge started a first inning rally with a one-out walk and Anthony Rizzo singled. Josh Donaldson hit a sac fly to right and the Yankees were on the board first. The Twins would respond in a big way in the bottom of the first. Luis Arraez belted a Gerrit Cole fastball out to right for a solo home run to tie the game at one all. Byron Buxton followed and smashed a Cole slider out to left for a solo blast of his own. Carlos Correa then belted a fastball out to left. The Twins hit back-to-back-to-back home runs to take a 3-1 lead after an inning of play. The Yankees got back to work in the second when Jose Trevino lined a two-out single to center. Joey Gallo hammered a Dylan Bundy fastball out to right for a two-run homer. This tied the game at three, but it didn’t stay tied for long. Jose Miranda lined a one-out single to left and Luis Arraez walked. The next batter, Byron Buxton smoked a Gerrit Cole fastball out to left for a three-run homer to put the Twins back up by three runs after two exciting innings of play. Trevor Larnach added one in the third when he belted a Gerrit Cole fastball out to right for a solo homer. The Twins now had a four-run lead after three frames. The ball kept flying as Joey Gallo smacked a Dylan Bundy change-up out to right for a solo homer. The next batter, DJ LeMahieu clobbered a Jharel Cotton curveball into the bullpens for a solo homer to pull New York within two runs. The Yankees finished off the comeback in the sixth when Gleyber Torres popped up a ball and neither of the Twins middle infielders decided to catch the ball. Aaron Hicks took Joe Smith deep to tie the game at seven apiece. The Yankees kept hitting in the seventh as Aaron Judge led-off the seventh with a double. Anthony Rizzo singled him home as the Yankees took an 8-7 lead, but he was thrown out at second base. Josh Donaldson followed with a single to right and stole second base. Gleyber Torres reached on a bad throw by Jorge Polanco. Aaron Hicks singled home another run and New York had a two-run lead. The Yankees quickly loaded the bases in the eighth and a wild pitch plated another run. The Yankees bullpen took it from there as Michael King fanned two in a scoreless eighth and Clay Holmes had a perfect ninth. New York came back to take the series tonight in Minneapolis. 

-Final Thoughts- Dylan Bundy got knocked around a bit. He lasted four-plus innings and allowed four runs on five hits with a walk and a strikeout. Jharel Cotton gave up a run in an inning of work, Joe Smith allowed two runs in the sixth, and Jhoan Duran had a rare bad outing. He gave up two runs in 1/3 of an inning to take the loss. Jovani Moran got five big outs and Yennier Cano struck out two in a perfect ninth. Byron Buxton and Carlos Correa had two hits each. The Twins hit 1-for-3 with runners in scoring position and left five men on base. Joe Ryan threw three shutout innings and struck out four in a rehab outing for the Saints. Tomorrow, Drew Rasmussen faces Devin Smeltzer as the Rays come to town for a three-game series. 

-Chris Kreibich-

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[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. emerald. ruby. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. pear green. aubergine. indigo. turquoise.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. rifles. cannons.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. opals. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. ink. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. scorpions. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. stag. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. peacocks. chocobos. dodos.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cheese. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. cardamom.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. people-watching. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. board games. exploration. theater. libraries. books. piano. violin. cello. guitar. duduk. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking.  anthropology. biology. arcanima.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. layers. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. makeup. implant. artificial parts. wearable tech. robes.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. ruins. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. persuasion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. recklessness. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. manipulations. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. empathy. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions.