#Sean landers

[hitku]

by Sean Landers

[summersnow82]

Whoooo! This year, y’all. When they say tragedy comes in threes you better believe it. Some was expected, others were a complete shock. Please bear with me; this has been a difficult time.

Our last ordeal could’ve been much, much worse. I have a lot to be thankful for, and I’m praising God for His graciousness during this hard season. Listen to those red flags, y’all. It can mean the difference between a hospital stay and a funeral. Hug your loved ones. Life is too short.

I will be back with fic updates, but here’s an idea of my story priorities. Love y’all. Take care of yourself.

Fic Updates:

Scent of Roses: Pending. Updates in progress.

Somethin' Bad: Pending. Updates in progress.

That Familiar Feeling: Pending. Updates in progress.

Sins of the Past: Hiatus

Late Night Conversations: Hiatus. Pending a second part.

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Closing on 4/15/23 is Sean Landers’ exhibition Adrift at Petzel Gallery in NYC.

From the gallery’s press release-

Featuring over twenty new oil paintings by Landers, this largely allegorical exhibition illustrates the complexity of artistic mortality using four protagonists: dogs—depicted in single portraits and alone in rowboats unmoored at sea; lighthouses; the ocean; and sperm whale skeletons at rest on ocean shorelines. Each subject represents the dichotomy of freedom and trepidation involved in the act of releasing art to an unknown fate. “…a bit of the artist remains in their paintings, so in that way, a painting is like an artist adrift in time and space,” says Landers in an interview with writer Johanna Fateman for the exhibition catalogue.

A cornerstone of inspiration for Adrift is Landers’ long-term interest in the work of American painter Winslow Homer (b. 1836—d. 1920) and in particular Homer’s ocean paintings. The vast and unpredictable ocean marks time and space, a preeminent symbol used throughout the years in Landers’ paintings and art history. Homer’s style is emulated by Landers in paintings throughout the exhibition including Northeaster, Summer Squall, and Yellow Dog.

Each of these subjects can be seen as a character existing within the vicissitudes of artistic practice. The dogs, at attention and alone in their boats, symbolize the vulnerability of art against an unknown future. These works also parallel Joachim Patinir’s (b. 1483—d. 1524) painting Charon crossing the Styx in which a human soul is being transported by boat into afterlife. Landers sees this as symbolic for what a painting is—a vessel for the artist into afterlife.

Two lighthouses, Portland Lighthouse, US and Sunderland Lighthouse, UK, are both welcoming and warning beacons, allegories for institutions that signal to the public what art is worth preserving. This ruling system will determine the dogs’ fate as they head into the unknown of art history. The bare whale bones, epic in their repose on the sandy shore echo the finality in the lifespan of an artwork. Such relics are epitaphs and beginnings, a sentiment imparted in We Hover, where Landers’ text painted over a fierce ocean reads: And then we hover in between existence and nonexistence in our paintings and that is both terrifying and reassuring. For Landers, Adrift is the everlasting reminder that the artist, like Patinir’s soul, is forever navigating the here and hereafter.

For added perspective on the symbolism, this is from Landers’ Instagram account–

“The ocean represents time and space. The dog adrift in the boat is like an artwork adrift in time and space after the artist passes. The lighthouse is the institution that decides which art civilization will preserve. The whale skeleton is the fear of a life’s work gone unloved and allowed to die.”

[dogandcatcomics]

#repost @seanland81 Sean Landers (New York City, USA, b. Palmer, Massachusetts, USA, 1962-). First work is Yellow Dog, 2022, oil on linen, 46 x 60 inches. Currently displayed as part of the Adrift exhibit at the Petzel Gallery, New York City @petzelgallery . I am a fan of the canine representation in this work, as well as the expression of the widespread feeling of being personally or professionally adrift.

[oldsardens]

Sean Landers - Figure

[musicmags]

[garethschweitzer]

Sean Landers

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For All Mankind: Season 4 - The Hopper Concept Art by Sean Hargreaves

[cringelordofchaos]

who else wants daisy and drew interactions. just me. ok

[kairos-in-space]

getting back into tmf :3

[ann1e-on-earth]

For anybody who really hates the character of Stacy, my friend has created “I Hate Stacy Day”. Basically it’s a day where you can show off how much you hate Stacy!

“I Hate Stacy Day” is tomorrow, aka on Stacy’s official birthday. Have fun!

(Btw: I’m okay with Stacy, I think that she might be a good character in season two! Me and my friend created this for fun and partially as a joke, since I absolutely hated Stacy when we made it up.)

[summersnow82]

Just in Case There's a Phantom: Part 6 of That Familiar Feeling

Author's note: Y'all are fabulous. Thanks for sticking with me. See if you can find my Easter Egg.

Fanfiction_TMNT Bayverse/ 2003 crossover

“Sooooooooo,” Mikey drawled, glancing back and forth between Leonardo and Sean. “This is awkward.” Both were glaring at the other, arms crossed over their chests, and Mikey swore he saw Leo flex enough to make his biceps bulge. Sean, to his credit, seemed unmoved.

Splinter sighed deeply. Clearly there wasn’t going to be any conversation tonight. “I’m going to bed,” he announced.

“Yeah, me too,” Mikey agreed. “Raph’ll probably have her out all night anyway.” Two pairs of blue eyes turned on him with blazing intensity, and he shrugged. “He’ll bring her back home safely,” he assured Sean before turning to his older brother. “Be nicer next time, Leo. She’s a nice girl, and I’m not gonna let you scare her off.” He turned towards his bed then stopped to toss in, “Besides, she likes me.”

Leo rolled his eyes, turning back to Sean. The human hadn’t moved. “I’m curious,” Leo began, and Sean arched an eyebrow. “Raph said he’d watched Annabelle for a week before he grabbed her. If you really are her brother why didn’t he see you, too?”

A slow, satisfied smile slid over Sean’s face. “You really think we didn’t know we were being watched?”

Leo’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Sean took a step forward. “I mean,” he said coolly, “I knew how to get past all of your booby traps. Belle knew something was coming. We’ve been doing this for awhile. We’ve been trained by others. We’ve been hunted, and we’ve been stalked. We know when we’re being watched, and your brother was not subtle.”

Leo’s frown deepened as he tried to connect the dots Sean was laying out for him. “The star,” he said softly. “Raph’s ninja star.” Sean nodded, and Leo thought he saw a flicker of approval in the man’s eyes.

Leo had forgotten all about that night, but now the memories can flooding back. They’d heard the laughter from the rooftops above, and the delicious smell of mozzarella, tomato sauce, and garlic lured them closer. He saw her first; hair in a high ponytail, dress swirling around her ankles, and her laughter tinkling like music. He had stared, and Raph had noticed. It didn’t help he’d just lectured Raph for an hour on staying in the shadows, accepting their life apart from the humans, blah blah blah. His hot-headed brother swung down into the alley behind the restaurant, and caused enough commotion for her to investigate.

“Raph!” Leo hissed in his brother’s direction, but the red clad turtle ignored him. He was watching the brunette peer around the corner of the building.

“Leave it, Belle,” Sean cautioned, shifting his tray of dirty dishes to the closest outside table. “Loretta left us dinner. Let’s finish up out here and close up. I’m starved.” She’d waved him off, taking a cautious step towards the darkness and away from the light. “Belle!” Another step. “Annabelle, c’mon!”

“Hello?” She’d called out. Raph smirked up at Leo before expertly tossing a ninja star out of the shadows. It landed where he’d intended – inches from her feet. Leo didn’t know what Raph was expecting, but curiosity wasn’t it. She narrowed her eyes, crouching down to pluck the star from the spot it was currently embedded. She fingered the weapon carefully, examining it slowly, before her eyes flickered up to the darkness.

…and precisely to where Raph was currently crouched on top of a dumpster.

“Leo?” She whispered. Another step forward. “Leo?” She said a bit louder this time. Raph hissed in a breath, and shot Leo a withering glare. She opened her mouth to say more, but another star flew out in her direction, this one much more aggressively. She cried out, jumping back as it stabbed the street where she’d been previously standing.

“Time to go,” Sean had told her, grabbing her arm and jerking her towards the restaurant’s back door.

“Wait,” she’d cried, thrusting an arm out towards the shadows.

“Nope.”

“Wait!” Sean wrapped an arm around her waist, scooping her up, and slamming the door behind them. Leo had performed a similar exit with his own brother, but his was less… thoughtful.

Leo rubbed his brow as the memory faded into angry accusations and name calling from his brother, and he looked up to see Sean watching him. “She knew.”

“She hoped,” he said. “She’s been trying to get back to them for a very long time.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Donnie said, piping in. “And if you’re up for it I would love to pick your brain about a few of my theories on time and inter-dimensional travel.” He paused. “And I definitely want to know how you got past all my defenses.”

Sean blinked, his eyes shifting from Leo to Donnie. “That was you?” Donatello nodded. Sean’s face split into a huge grin. “Those were amazing! I was really impressed by the engineering.”

Donnie grinned, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I mean, it’s no time machine.”

“Hey, don’t do that, man,” Sean said, walking over to him and patting him on the shell like they were old friends. “Those were some really ingenious works of art out there. The only reason I knew how to avoid them was….” Leo tuned them out as the two men went into a lengthy spiel full of technical terms and jargon no one in their family could comprehend. Donnie didn’t have many people who could understand him on an intellectual level, and it was clear he was loving every moment of this conversation.

Sean’s demeanor had shifted, as well. The blonde visibly perked up as Donatello spoke, his eyes brightened, and soon he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. It was obvious he understood everything Donnie was saying, and even more so, he was delighted by this unexpected meeting of the minds. Leo admittedly didn’t understand Sean’s reply, but it was hard to continue hating the man who was currently engaging in brainy geek speak with his genius brother. Leo watched as Donnie waved Sean over to his work station to continue the conversation with visual aids, the two men forgetting about the turtle in blue.

Leo cast his eyes to the exit Annabelle and Raphael had used not too long ago. It wasn’t too late; he could still follow them, and keep a watchful eye from a safe distance. But no. Leo was many things, but desperate wasn’t one of them. He was logical, and logic told him Raph would keep her safe, and bring her home to them. Logic also told him Mikey was right – he’d been acting like a jerk. To her, to Raph, to everyone. Yesterday he had no idea who this woman was, and now suddenly he was acting like a possessive boyfriend because some other turtle had passed on his own emotions and memories? To what end? What was the point of these turtles calling out to him and his brothers? Leo frowned, and tried to think about it logically.

Safety. They wanted to keep her safe. Endearing her to others would certainly do just that.

Home. They wanted her back, and she didn’t seem able to get back to them on her own. Donnie was a genius. Perhaps they were counting on his genius to be a staple in other dimensions, as well. If anyone could get her back to them it would be Donnie.

Leo thought those were excellent reasons on their own, but there was something else tickling the back of his brain. He’d felt the same earlier this evening, and it was gnawing at him. There was something else...something so close he could taste it.

Leo was many things, and proactive was one of them. The itching grew stronger as his resolution grew. He wasn’t going to wait on this other Leonardo to come to him this time. This time he was going to reach out and mind-dominate this turtle until he had all the answers he wanted.

……………….

“He really mentioned my singing?” Annabelle asked as Raph led the way deeper into the sewers. “I wouldn’t have expected that from him.”

“Here we are.” Raph stopped in front of her, and shifted out of the way so she could see their final destination. The sewer tunnel opened up in a dome-like shape with golden orbs clustered together in the middle of the ceiling. The masonry surrounding the globes was far more sophisticated than anything Annabelle had seen on their walk so far with depictions of curling vines, detailed feathers, and stone busts that looked more angelic than gargoyle.

“What… what is this place?” She asked, stepping further into the room, and turning around slowly to take in her surroundings.

“Honestly, we’re not a hundred percent sure. Donnie has some theories about bootleggers.” He paused. “Or vampires,” he said, shrugging. Annabelle shot him a glance, and realized yes, the vampire comment was serious. Then again, if there were mutant ninja turtles and time travelers in these sewers were vampires really that hard to swallow?

“Vampires, huh?” She spun again, slower this time. “Maybe the sewers have a Phantom instead?” She shot him a smirk over her shoulder.

“Freakin’ love that show,” Raph muttered, moving to the far left wall. He leaned back, crossed his arms over his broad chest, and tilted his head back a touch. “Think this will do for an impromptu concert?”

Annabelle cocked her head to the side. “You were serious?” He arched a brow, and she shrugged. “M’kay. I don’t really get it, but why not?” She pursed her lips for a moment, and then nodded as if she’d made a decision. “Just in case there is a Phantom… .” She shot him a grin, closed her eyes, and began to sing.

“Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free, if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me.

“We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea, but if you can still remember stop and think of me. Think of all the things we've shared and seen. Don't think about the way things might have been.

“Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned. Imagine me trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do. There will never be a day when I won't think of you.”

Raph had been right – this was the perfect place to sing. The acoustics were phenomenal, and any nerves Annabelle might’ve had in the beginning disappeared as she marveled in the way her voice carried.

“I think you should do it.”

“Do what?”

“Sing professionally. I know you’d make a great doctor, but it’s obvious this is what you’re passionate about.”

Leo’s words of encouragement floated to the forefront of her mind as she finished the song. How many times had she caught him silently listening to her play the piano late at night when she couldn’t sleep or singing to herself to calm her anxiety? He’d made her feel so safe, so secure, and so confident with just a nod of his head or a simple smile. It seemed inevitable she would develop feelings for him, even if she didn’t quite know how to define them. Her chest hurt and her throat ached. Why had she chosen that song? The emotional baggage it dredged up was painful to relive.

Raphael’s slow clap jolted her from her thoughts. “Holy shit.” Her eyes flashed open to see Raph staring at her. “He wasn’t kidding. You really do have a set of pipes on you.” An almost feral smile split over his face as he began to walk towards her. “Do you have any idea what this means?”

“Ummmm.” Her nerves skyrocketed as the behemoth in red strode towards her. “No?”

“It means,” he declared once he stood in front of her, “that I am finally gonna beat Donnie and Leo at karaoke night!”

…………..

Master Splinter stressed meditation. It helped calm the warrior spirit, cleared the mind, and provided clarity and reflection. In hindsight, Leo wished his father had done more mental exercises instead of physical ones. Finding the right Leonardo and combing through his memories were proving to be harder than he anticipated.

Pizza, pizza, pizza, Shredder, robot Foot ninjas… wait… no. Wrong Leo.

Rain forests, stone statues brought to life… whoa! Big monster. Wrong Leo.

Leonardo sighed in frustration. Just how many alternate versions of himself were there? He could probably ask Donnie, but he didn’t want the explanation that would definitely follow. He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and tried a different approach.

Annabelle. Annabelle. Dark eyes, darker hair, pale skin. Feisty, sassy, thoughtful. Scared, angry, traumatized. Hopeful, gentle, caring. He focused on her image, cleared his mind of all other thoughts, and pushed.

[oldcountrybear1955]

Dazed & Confused Magazine May 2010 - Tom Lander - Photographed by Sean & Seng

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🩵Hailey Headcanons🩷

(Honestly, out of all the Music Club members, Hailey’s probably the one I’m the least attached to, but I absolutely adore her dynamics with other characters, so… this’ll mostly about her relationships with others lol.)

🩵Used to be a HUGE tattle-tale when she was young. (Would always threaten to tell on Zander for everything.) (Zander reminds her of this a lot and she cringes every time.)

🩷Loves women’s country music, and will blast it in her room just to annoy Zander.

🩵Hailey has REALLY BAD split ends, and Zander’s always getting on her case about it, telling her to just cut it off. She refuses.

🩷Her and Zander used to fight over everything when they were young. They were horrible at sharing.

🩵Sometimes when Hailey gets anxious she’ll typically grab Zander’s sleeve. (Which activates Protect Brother Mode.)

🩷Often asks for Zander’s help planning outfits for special occasions.

🩵Sends Zander a lot of her Pinterest finds.

🩷Vents to Zander about almost everything.

🩵*sips tea* “I know what you are…”

🩷The absolute no. 1 Lander shipper. (Anyone who claims to support them more can fight her.)

🩵If she wants Zander to do something for her, she’ll usually get Luke to ask him. (Because Zander almost never says no to Luke.)

🩷Used to give Luke little hints about Zander’s wants and interests, just to help him pick out gifts and whatnot.

🩵Despite knowing Luke for years, she still doesn’t know much about his own personal problems.

🩷Hasn’t gone one club session without having to yell: “MILLY!!!” at least once. (Either because of something stupid she did, or something out-of-pocket she said.)

🩵Her and Milly are bi and I do not take criticism. They definitely spent a night or two gossiping about actresses they find cute.

🩷Probably the worst with technology, and usually has to get either Zander or Sean’s help. (There was definitely a time where her computer wasn’t working, and Zander fixed it simply by turning off and on again.) (She felt like an idiot for weeks afterwards.)

🩵Sean has given Hailey a couple lessons on how to edit music, yet she still struggles with understanding how everything works.

🩷Finds Jake to be super cute. (And always has, even before he joined the club.) (And the fact he was cute only made her hate him more.)

🩵Hailey has given Jake a few guitar lessons. Her hand grazed his once during one of them and she still isn’t fully over it.

🩷Post competition, Hailey played Taylor Swift’s ‘Love Story’ on her guitar, and could only imagine Jake while she played it. She still doesn’t really know why. (HMMMM I WONDER-)

🩵She thinks back to the time Jake pinned her against the wall randomly and screams internally.

🩷Still thinks about her and Lia’s old friendship sometimes.

🩵Lia probably had a crush on her back in Middle School, but Hailey was too dense to realize. (Hailia has me in a chokehold-)

🩷Both her and Lia love strawberry ice cream, and would often go out to a little ice cream parlor and split a cone or something.

[tmf-confessions]

I love Lander despite hating episode 5, it feels pretty unnecessary, it's poorly written, I think it's an episode Rosy made mostly for self indulgence at The time... I'd cut the episode entirely and I feel as though Luke rejecting Zander or something would just regress him if anything and he'd just continue to distance himself. It could maybe work if another character to step in and confront him about being avoidant, Jake or Luke himself most likely... But it isn't ideal for me personally because I'm Lander-poisoned lawl

I think the best chance to have explored Zander's abandonment and how it still makes him feel today would be episode 10, right after Jake is kicked out. I overall wish we got to see the perspective of other characters (Outside of mostly Jake but also sort of Hailey) more in general but especially after heating the audio. The part that interests me most about Zander and Jake's relationship is how weary I'm sure Jake makes Zander feel, I'd really like to see Zander dealing what is (seemingly) all his fears regarding Jake coming true... I'd like to see him actually cry instead of just holding it in like in the hallway scene, (But I'd also like to see both! Him holding back and acting tough before letting go would increase the impact of course... ☆- >_▪︎) and if Zander really is fine with Jake back in the club; I'd like to have seen his perspective there also explained because I feel like his refusal and fear around accepting Jake into the club was very important and it'd make sense to reflect upon something pretty important for him in the first few episodes again in the last.

I think most characters outside of Hailey and Jake are a little to very lacking because we don't get to see their perspective much. The other TMC member's respective episodes 2-7 are even pretty weak, if you ask me... Milly's episode introduces her well but she doesn't exactly grow any, Luke isn't doing much but moping in his, Lander's is again poorly written/does nothing story-wise, and Sean barely features in his and you're only *told* that his music is important to him and his parent's argue a lot. (Show not tell, Rosy!)

Zander's also introduces him pretty well, definitely made him think about why Jake would go out of his way to help them out if he were just trying to ruin something in the end, and there is a noticeable difference in how he acts after but I still feel like after this his feelings towards Jake aren't explored as well/often as I'd expect when I feel like it was a bit important at the start that Zander didn't exactly feel comfortable around him.

I can maybe imagine a way that uses the both of them to help Zander's character though... Any issues I had with s1 regarding Zander's character has already be done though so... I think in season 2, I do NOT want for the finale to have entirely erased Zander's cautious behavior around Jake (Please, God. T_T) Luke obviously wants to be gentle and kind to his boyfriend doesn't seem unable to tell him when he's being unhelpful/acting poorly. I want Jake to do something(? Not sure what, but something that might not exactly seem like as big a deal to the others as it is for Zander. Maybe something to do with Hailey as well because Luke/Zander/Jake seem to be some of his most important relationships story-wise.) that makes Zander act out a bit and for Luke to maybe confront him about it? He'll want to resort to the usual, getting angry/running away but of course since it's Luke confronting him he'll actually think about why that sort of thing doesn't actually help him in the long run.

I like Zander best so this is all mostly about him... But I do like Luke a lot too!!! His writing issues are just a bit different, Zander has quite a bit more going on than him but ultimately none of it is explored it depth. Luke just doesn't seem to do much at all in the present. The most story-important things I can think of him doing is that I feel like it's definitely implied from the seasons MV that Luke helps Zander push him out of his shell and has been doing so since they were kids, and he also tells Jake about Hailey's stage fright? Obviously your characters should aid eachother's growth but Luke barely does that and he still doesn't do much else... I will meditate on the idea and think more about what sort of thing I think will improve his character outside of the usual "just separate him and Zander" and not the very obvious "make him actually do something"

Very long submission again and I think I also might be a bit repetitive here... Sorry and please ignore any typos

confession #661

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Sean Landers - Extinction, 2022