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NY / Ryan Patrick Krueger: Documents from the Closet

Courtesy of the Artist and Rivalry Projects, Buffalo, NY

Ryan Patrick Krueger: Documents from the Closet August 5 - September 10, 2023 Opening reception: August 5, 2023, 5-8pm

Tiger Strikes Asteroid New York is pleased to present Documents from the Closet, a solo installation of work by Ryan Patrick Krueger, curated by Samantha Box. This exhibition marks Krueger’s New York City debut, and is accompanied by a curatorial text written by Mary Lee Hodgens, artist and former Assistant Director of Light Work, Syracuse.

Documents from the Closet

Mary Lee Hodgens For their ongoing project, Documents from the Closet, artist Ryan Patrick Krueger works with a personal collection of LGBTQ+ archives, vernacular photographs, and ephemera to tell a story about grief, loss, and courage. The artist weaves together two narratives, an unflinching effort to understand personal losses and identity through an exploration that begins in the historical oppression of gay men.

In the gallery, Krueger props seven-foot-tall pine boxes precariously against the walls, balanced atop piles of dirt or sand. In size and shape, the boxes feel reminiscent of monuments, gravestones, or coffins. Each box contains a history lesson: formally elegant collages of monochromatic black-and-white shapes that Krueger punctuates with flourishes of pink, red, and the bright yellow of shipping envelopes. Collage is about finding new meaning in the juxtaposition of disparate elements. For Krueger, this process of isolating, truncating, or layering visual information allows for dialogue with the past while telling their own newer story.  

In 2011, Krueger began an eBay search using phrases such as “gay interest” and “vintage gay photograph” to hunt down photographs depicting what they describe as “tenderness, friendship, intimacy, and true love.” These photographs, including tintypes and photo booth portraits, show us men—now long gone—embracing or sometimes just mugging for the camera. Played out decades ago, these fleeting moments of connection and intimacy now feel furtive. Krueger allows us to see their process by including eBay receipts and the handwritten envelopes in which a network of other collectors of “gay interest” move and share these documents. We grieve these lives with the artist, who asks us to consider both the complexities of living a double life in pre-Stonewall America and our own human need for connection and community.

Krueger references many iconic gay artists, activists, and organizations here, including Act Up, David Deitcher, Essex Hemphill, Hal Fischer, Jonathan Ned Katz, Marlon Riggs, the Mattachine Society, and David Wojnarowicz. The artists also layers many symbols of the struggle over the documents, including a red tie, pink triangles, a locket containing the ashes of a childhood best friend, red boxing gloves, and clippings of classified ads from the pages of a defunct 1990’s LGBTQ+ newspaper.

What emerges is that Krueger’s embrace of LGBTQ+ American history allows them to stand on a timeline that faces forward. Although each box feels final and heavy with grief, there is also a sense of triumph. In acknowledging those who’ve gone before, Krueger transforms the boxes into protest banners. Furtiveness falls away, and in its place comes acceptance and yes, pride. As artist and AIDs activist David Wojnarowicz said, “To make the private into something public is an action that has terrific ramifications.”

Ryan Patrick Krueger holds a BFA in Photography from Pacific Northwest College of Art in Portland, Oregon, and was formerly Digital Services Coordinator for Light Work, a non-profit artist-run photography organization at Syracuse University. Krueger has curated exhibitions and held shows nationally including Documents from the Closet at the Everson Museum of Art (Syracuse, NY), On Longing at MONACO (St. Louis, MO), Response Response (with Linda Kliewer in Portland, OR), and Queer Moments: Selections from the Light Work Collection (Syracuse, NY). Most recently, Krueger exhibited work in the 2022 FotoFest Biennial, If I Had A Hammer, (Houston, TX), and appeared in Aperture, Art in America, and Sixty Inches From Center.  

[theoriesanddocuments]

Julia Fish (American b. 1950). Fish’s work was included alongside of that of Miyoko Ito in a 2021 exhibition titled Both And, which was held at the Chicago location of Tiger Strikes Asteroid. Similar to Ito’s work in its calm understatement, I thought these paintings might find a few admirers among the members of our group.

Frost 1992. Oil on canvas, 28 x 27 inches. Source.

Garden #38 1994. Ink on printed paper, 14 x 9 1/2 inches. Museum of Modern Art, New York.

Brick Mirror 1997. Oil on canvas, 22 x 19 inches. Source.

[jonathanferraragallery]

TIFFANY CALVERT received her MFA in 2005 from the Mason Gross School of the Arts at Rutgers and her BA in 1998 from Oberlin College. She first exhibited at Jonathan Ferrara Gallery in the 2020 group exhibition Art in Doom, curated by Matthew Weldon Showman. Calvert’s work has also been exhibited at the Lawrimore Project (Seattle, WA), E.TAY Gallery (NY), the Speed Museum (Louisville, KY), the Susquehanna Art Museum (PA), and Cadogan Contemporary (London, UK), among others. Residencies include the Djerassi Resident Artists Program, I-Park, and ArtOmi International Arts Center where she received a Geraldine R. Dodge Fellowship. Calvert has received grants from the Great Meadows Foundation and the Pollock-Krasner Foundation. She is Associate Professor of Art at the Hite Institute of Art & Design, University of Louisville and a member of the Tiger Strikes Asteroid curatorial collective.

As an artist, Tiffany Calvert applies contemporary painting techniques to historical imagery. Her recent work uses the seventeenth-century Dutch floral still life as a springboard for exploring the shifting nature of human perception. Calvert’s paintings incorporate diverse technologies, including fresco, 3D modeling, and data manipulation. The exhibition includes eight new paintings from her latest series which uses image generating machine learning models (StyleGAN) trained on images of 1,007 historical still life paintings to create the image printed on canvas. A digitally-designed large format vinyl stencil is then applied to the surface before being painted on with oils. When the stencil is peeled off it creates hard edges, and preserves areas of the print. John Yau, in his Hyperallergic profile, compares their “improvisational riffs and fractured views” to de Kooning.

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Alex Paik

Alex’s practice touches many parts of the Art world. In addition to being a practicing artist (he is in Refraction/Abstraction with Minku) he is the founder and current Director of Tiger Strikes Asteroid and a writer. More #alexpaik

[neesh-art]

STACY FISHER @TSA NY

GROUP EXHIBITION @TIGER STRIKES ASTEROID (NY)  CURATED BY WILLIAM CRUMP

Artists include: Stacy Fisher James Hyde Ryan Lauderdale Lauren Seiden

  OPENING: Friday, March 31, 6-9pm ON VIEW: March 31 – May 7, 2017 GALLERY HOURS: Sat and Sun 1pm - 6pm and by appointment Click for more information

[weareonlyspiritswhotrytobealive]

Movies watched in April, 2022

FIRST VISIONS:

Banzai (1997). Directed by Carlo Vanzina

Don Camillo e i giovani d'oggi (1972). Directed by Mario Camerini

The A-Team (2010). Directed by Joe Carnahan

Doomsday (2008). Directed by Neil Marshall

Little Fockers (2010).Directed by Paul Weitz

Snakes on a Plane (2006). Directed by David R. Ellis

The Innkeepers (2011). Directed by Ti West

Land of the Dead (2005). Directed by George A. Romero

Lightning Strikes (2009). Directed by Gary Jones

The Void (2016). Directed by Jeremy Gillespie & Steven Kostanski

Seattle Superstorm (2012). Directed by Jason Bourque

Asteroid: Final Impact (2015). Directed by Jason Bourque

Dahmer (2002). Directed by David Jacobson

The Passion of the Christ (2004). Directed by Mel Gibson

Tropic Thunder (2008). Directed by Ben Stiller

What Dreams May Come (1998). Directed by Vincent Ward

Fauve (2018). Directed by Jeremy Comte

Tiger Boy (2012). Directed by Gabriele Mainetti

Until the End (2018). Directed by Giovanni Dota

Blended (2014). Directed by Frank Coraci

The Cobbler (2014). Directed by Tom McCarthy

Tunnel Rats (2008). Directed by Uwe Boll

The Godfather Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone (Director's Cut, 2020). Directed by F. F. Coppola

Intouchables (2011). Directed by Oliver Nakache & Éric Toledano

Peninsula (2020). Directed by Sang-ho Yeon

Pig (2021). Directed by Michael Sarnoski

REWATCHED:

The Visit (2015). Directed by M. Night Shyamalan

Nosferatu: Eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922). Directed by F. W. Murnau

The Strangers (2008).Directed by Bryan Bertino

Event Horizon (1997). Directed by Paul W. S. Anderson

A Few Good Men (1992). Directed by Rob Reiner

Train to Busan (2016). Directed by Sang-ho Yeon

D-Tox (2002). Directed by Jim Gillespie

The Exorciccio (1975). Directed by Ciccio Ingrassia

SPORT:

WrestleMania 38 (2022)

NWA/WCW - The Great American Bash (1986)

NWA Championship Wrestling - The Jim Crockett Promotions

TV SERIES:

The A-Team (1983 - 1987)

Battlestar Galactica (2004 - 2009)

[alex-paik]

Partial Equilateral Triangle (Diamond) gouache, colored pencil, paper, nails dimensions variable 2018 installed at Tiger Strikes Asteroid Philadelphia, October 2018 (approx. 5 x 9.5 feet)

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “To learn.”

My brain wanted to write something in first person present tense today. I have no idea why, but I let it go wild. I hope you all like it :) A little bit different than my usual style :)

I just needed some time.

You ever tried putting yourself back together after war, it isn’t easy, or at least I don’t find it to be. I don’t know, call me a sissy, but I don’t actually like war., I don’t take pleasure from killing, but it is part of my job, a big part of it and if the universe continues the way it is, I am going to see war a lot more often.

I wish it didn’t affect me so much.

I wish I had a better way of handling it.

People think I’m a strong person, but they’re wrong. There are plenty of people who could take up my mantle and do a more badass job. They wouldn’t grow sick as the sight of carnage, and they wouldn’t hesitate to put the armor back on.

I’m not like that ….

I’m a coward.

If my friends knew…. Well I have no idea what they would think of me.

But that’s why I had to take some time. Since my first injury, I have never been totally alone. There was always someone there to check on me, there was always someone there to help me deal with my issues. I don’t think I ever figured out how to take care of myself, which is why I decided to take this trip, alone.

The others didn’t understand it…. well , one of them did but he still didn’t like it, but If I am being honest it will be good for them….. Especially her…. The last thing I want to do is make it so we can’t function alone.

I think its called…. Codependency or something.

I don’t know sounds like the sort of thing I’d get caught up in.

I suppose it's for all those reasons that I ended up here. 

Looking out the window, I can see Anum suspended against the sky glassy in shades of blue purple and green like a lucky marble. It almost feels as if I can reach out and touch it.

The last time I saw this place, it was receding into the distance,.

I lost a lot here, my leg, and my mind for a short time.

Now it kind of makes me laugh to think that a piece of me was left behind to fertilize some of the plant matter. Of course, it looks a bit different now that the dark season has abated. I had only ever seen the place when it was covered in ash, but it's actually quite beautiful. 

The pilot of the shuttle is pretty average, and I only feel like tightening my hands on the seatbelts just a little as we enter the atmosphere.

Fire rolls up around us as friction begins to heat up the outer hull.

Around me men and aliens alike rock in their seats.

Most of them are miners, come here to work on extracting the precious metals from below Anum’s surface.

Personally, I prefer asteroid mining, but statistics say that is more dangerous and expensive so of course corporations like it a lot less, and besides, all of this was sort of just a massive pissing contest with the GA forcing the Drev to pay for the damages caused during war. I don’t think they should, but who am I to give my opinion.

I’m just a soldier.

It doesn't take us long to leave the atmosphere, and it isn’t long before we are looking down at a massive open mining operation. The face of Anum has been scoured with a massive terraced hole overrun by machines and workers cutting into the stone. Volcanoes pipe smoke in the distance.

The scars of industry really are ugly sometimes.

I’ve seen pictures of anum during the bright season, without the machinery.

It's honestly very beautiful, but maybe I'm a bit biased. It’s the one part of home that Sunny misses, and I’ve always wanted to see it for myself. With all the times we’ve gone to earth, you think we'd have visited her home planet too, but I guess the cosmos have ust never taken us this way.

Red lights blink above the doors, and I unbuckle my harness pulling on my bag and gear with the rest of the miners, though I’m not here for the same reason they are. Boots clatter loudly on the ramp below our feet, and I head outside.

It smells clean and cool, though for a distant tang of sulfur.

You barely notice it though, less bad than visiting the hot springs at yellowstone, so your nose adjusts quickly.

The sky overhead is blue, just like on earth, though the ground beyond the launch pad is an amalgamation of rainbow color. I have to blink a few times to adjust my vision, pulling up the eyepatch to take a look from my mechanical eye and its UV filter.

“Holy shit.”

It's beautiful, the sheer amount of color is astonishing like the Lucky Charms leprechaun had some sort of horrific accident. T

he miners ignore me and continue on their way towards the docking pad. 

I don’t plan on following.

I am not here for them. I drop the patch back over my eye, and adjust the bag over my shoulder striking it out into the bush, barely looking back. No one notices, or cares, and it isn’t long before the launch field and the mining operation disappears over the horizon. Anum’s circumference is just a little smaller than that of earth with the horizon eating up anything beyond that around three miles.

Gravity is somewhat lessened too, which makes it easier as I walk.

My boots are silent against the multicolored moss at my feet, this stuff teal in color. Little white flowers spring up from the surface like clover back home. A light gust of wind rolls past me causing the flowers to ripple. I lift my head closing my eyes and allowing the wind to carry with it distant smells.

This is the same wind that Sunny would have known growing up, the same feeling under her feet.

I decide to stop a couple miles out under the meager shade of a coiltree. I have never actually seen one before now, and I can see why it’s called a coiltree. Honestly it looks like something straight out of a Dr. Seus book striped up the trunk and with branches that curl into spirals. More little whit blossoms erupt from the trunk, and between those are little white berries. 

I seem to recall those being edible.

Reaching up, I pluck one or two down from the branches and pop them into my mouth. Though the skin is white, the berries juice stains my hands purple. One of them is horrifically sour, but the other is pleasantly sweet, probably more ripe than the other, though I can’t yet tell the difference between them. 

I sit there under the tree for a little while looking out across the lonely landscape. Something is moving on the distant horizon, though I can't exactly tell what they are, a herd of some sort of animal or another. They are very tall as far as I can tell, just a little shorter than the coiltree.

As a last moment decision, I kick off my boots, and strip my socks tying them to my bag before standing.

The moss is very soft under my feet erupting upwards between my toes like a shag carpet, but you know much less hideous.

My footsteps are even softer now, though the prosthetic clatters sometimes when metal hits stone.

Sweat runs down my back,sides, and front.

I have no idea where I am going, but I know they will see me soon enough.

They have patroll parties out here, and if they aren’t watching me already, then they will be soon enough.

I keep walking heading parallel to the volcanic chain.

For the most part, my hike is uneventful, except for that time that I stepped on something slimy and wriggly. I hate to admit it but I squealed like an idiot and nearly fell over, only made worse when I looked down and saw the giant pale maggot burrowing into the moss and underground.

I nearly gagged, and my skin crawled.

Sunny had mentioned those, though I forgot their names.

THey lived primarily off of decomposing plant and animal material, very common in areas where war had continued.

I didn’t like it, but it was probably one of those nasty suckers that ate my leg.

Ew…

Gross.

I contemplated putting my boots back on, but kept walking instead. 

A group of unknown flying critters appear overhead. They have two sets of membranous wings, kind of like those of a bat, no tail though, just a long rail of fur like the streamer of a kite.

These ones are bright colors like pink and yellow.

Pretty cool.

Its nice to walk in the silence, though after a while my brain devolves into humming the star wars theme, and then singing stupid songs dancing around and hopping about from one foot to another as I badly sing the choruses to all the songs I know.

My eye of the tiger rendition probably left something to be desired, though I doubt anyone out here would know the difference.

Then comes the stupid dialogs with myself as I try to imagine what Krill Conn and Sunny would say about all this.

“Commander, I will have you know that you behavior is highly disquieting, I insist we get an MRI on your brain to make sure you have not developed a severe case of bilateral goop disease.”

“What kind of dumbass just goes wandering around with no idea where he’s going. The dumbass kind of dumbass.”

“Adam, I need you to understand that Anum is a dangerous place. I know you grew up on earth, but there are still things that can go wrong on Anum. Do you know how common surprise hot springs are. What if you fell in and died.”

Speaking of which, “Thanks imaginary Sunny, I totally forgot about that.”

Other than that, what can go wrong, it is a bright shiny day, the temperature is perfect, nothing someone like me can’t handle. Oh and is that a crunchy pink orb I see. I fucking love those, they taste so good.

I hop over the rocks, my feet warm on the moss, and reach down to pluck one of the spheres from it’s short stumpy stem.

And that's when the spear appears at my throat.

Shit.

I drop my hand back and look up to see a drev that is at least three feet taller than me, holding his massive spear orange eyes narrowed. Holy shit, I didn’t even hear her/him coming. Honestly I should have seen them coming long before anything else bright fuschia as they were.

“Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish.”  They jab the spear at my neck, and the obsidian lined head cuts through my sin like butter. 

Oh shit, uh, my translator is not picking up shit. Guess these guys have a different accent than we’re used to. I rack my brains trying to remember how to speak what little I know, but it seems that it has all fled me when I needed it the most.

“Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish!” I stumble backwards onto my butt and hands. Shit shit.

I hold up a hand.

“Cheeyat neahasan!” Shit I forgot to conjugate the verb. Damn I must look like an idiot yelling ‘to speak slow!’ at the top of my lungs 

However, my botched attempt at speaking seems to work, and they pull back. “Tsa dzhal Cheeyish.” 

Oh I understood that one, “Yid zhe cheeyi dzhal.” yes, yes I speak Drev, “neahasan.” Slolwy anyway. 

They pull back. I don't know why, but I’m getting a female vibe off this one. I can't tell though, Drev voices all tend to be rather deep.

“Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish” She says it slower this time, and all around her I watch as a small group of other Drev move to flank me from the sides. They are listening very intently.

I think I understand this time, the rough translation being who are you and what are you doing.

I want to speak with your leader, “Zhe zhegingi s tsak eeda cheeyat.” My voice is halting and I am butchering the pronunciation, but they seem to get my request.

She trusts the spear at me, “Tsaee!”

I hold up my hands, “Woah woah, easy easy…. I uh.” Shit what was the word to learn, “zhe….zhengingi hak tsa…. “ Damn it… I can’t remember,  “um….. Rekazat nin dzhal….. Rekazazh.”

Oh wow, that sounds really intelligent. I wanted to learn from them but instead apparently I ‘want to know what they know.’ riveting conversationalist that I am.

She stares at me confused.

In frustration I point at her spear, “Zhe zhengingi…..zheengat?” 

Uh this was going poorly. I clearly did not know as much of their language as I thought I did.

I want to know to fight.

Wow excellent work their commander that will convince them.

They look back and forth at each other, and fire off some quick shot dialogue that leaves my head spinning.

She turns to me and lowers her spear, “s jya Hajish.”

Come with us.

Great a sentence I understood.

It was in the next few hours that I was either going to live, or I was going to die horribly. 

A pretty exciting time in my life.

And I followed.

Not like I had a choice at this point. 

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The community Tiger Strikes Asteroid presents their first-ever largest exhibition at Mana Contemporary Institution in Chicago, on view until September 30. https://ift.tt/3rTPYTL https://ift.tt/3jqi5Gn

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PHL / Seeing the Anthropocene

Seeing the Anthropocene curated by Julia Clift

On view:��October 28-December 2, 2023, simultaneously at Tiger Strikes Asteroid and Cherry Street Pier, Philadelphia

Opening Receptions: November 4th, 5-8 PM at Cherry Street Pier, with a live performance at 6 PM, and November 9th, 6-9 PM at Tiger Strikes Asteroid

Artists and Collaborations: Austen Camille (with music by ENAensemble) | Lydia Cheshewalla | Matthew Colaizzo | Christopher McNulty | Ana Mosquera | Hui-Ying Tsai | Hui-Ying Tsai in collaboration with Jonathan Grover | Byron Wolfe | The Immersion Project: Austen Camille, Erik Cordes, Ph.D., Samantha Joye, Ph.D., Malte Leander, Christine Lee, and Rebecca Rutstein

Seeing the Anthropocene (StA) is a cross-venue exhibition curated by Philadelphia-based artist Julia Clift, featuring diverse artists and collaborative groups contending with the global climate crisis and other urgent environmental issues. Through wide-ranging media, the included artworks foster understanding of the moment we're in, inspire personal connections with the natural world, and imagine different potential futures depending on how we act today. The show features artists from across the country as well as international perspectives.  

Several artworks in StA shed light on the policies, conventions, and attitudes that led to the climate crisis and continue to sustain it today. Large-scale pieces by Matthew Colaizzo and Christopher McNulty document commonplace pollution and extractive industry in America, while smaller works by both artists subtly critique human efforts to dominate the natural world. In their own ways, Colaizzo and McNulty interrogate Modern ideals of “progress” that often underpin environmental destruction.

Byron Wolfe's Vanished Volcano Visualization Kit offers maps and models to help audience members envision Mount Tehama, an ancient volcano in Northern California that's almost entirely disappeared over the past 400,000 years due to natural erosion. The kit evokes the difficulty of processing environmental losses and imagining what once was, mental tasks required for contending with present-day issues like climate change and mass extinction. While Wolfe endeavors to see the distant past, Ana Mosquera envisions a dystopic climate future. Her Breathing Exchange Temporium, a woefully dysfunctional life raft and oxygen tank, forebodes mass climate migration and encapsulates life's precarity on a hotter planet, especially for those less privileged. 

A highlight of the exhibition is the first prototype of The Immersion Project, a collaboration between Austen Camille, Christine Lee, Rebecca Rutstein, Malte Leander, and oceanographers Erik Cordes, Ph.D. and Samantha Joye, Ph.D that incorporates large-scale coral-inspired sculptures, augmented reality animation and sound into a multi-sensory installation to educate the public about deep sea ecosystems. After a national exhibition tour, the sculptures will be installed in the Gulf of Mexico to help restore coral habitats damaged by the Deep Water Horizon oil spill in 2010. The project demonstrates one way that artists can contribute to climate solutions.

All of the artworks mentioned thus far will be on view at Tiger Strikes Asteroid. Two miles south of the gallery, at Cherry Street Pier, works by Lydia Cheshewalla, Hui-Ying Tsai, and Austen Camille encourage personal connection to the natural world and help audience members to see themselves as part of nature rather than above it. Such perspective can be a wellspring for environmentally-conscious action. Notably, Camille's large-scale augmented reality animation over the Delaware River, featuring music by Philadelphia's ENAensemble, will incorporate a live performance during the show's opening reception at Cherry Street Pier, on November 4th at 6 PM. At Tiger Strikes Asteroid, Camille’s AR animation within The Immersion Project and a second piece by Tsai—a collaboration with sound artist Jonathan Grover—tie the two venues together and bring notes of hope to the gallery.

For more information, please visit www.StAPhilly.com.

[theoriesanddocuments]

Brittney Leeanne Williams (American b. 1990). Williams is another artist whose paintings were shown alongside Miyoko Ito’s in the Both And show at Tiger Strikes Asteroid. These works contain elements of figuration and the landscape, most easily perceived in the third image. They also remind me of modern tantric painting, particularly work by Biren De (Indian 1926-2011).

Arch 7 2020. Acrylic and pastel on canvas, 12 x 9 inches. Source.

The Swing of an Embrace 2021. Oil on canvas, 40 x 30 inches. Source.

Reach 1 2021. Pastel, acrylic, gouache, and watercolor on paper; 22 x 30 inches. Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, Texas. Source.

[quartings]

Just thinking about how nonsensical anti-feather dinosaur "fans" are. Imagine saying things like bears, eagles, and tigers can't possibly look cool or scary unless they're bald and underweight. Being fluffy doesn't make something any less lethal or cool.

And the current movement to classify birds as dinosaurs is something I really enjoy. Not only is it reassuring because it asserts that the dinosaurs are still around, it makes sense logically, too. Since there's more time in between the first known dinosaur and the asteroid strike than there is between the asteroid strike and now. On top of that, reminding people that living animals are just as cool as extinct ones, and only seem less impressive because they aren't completely gone, is important for conservation purposes.

[sbowen]

Clare Hu

is one of the artists included in Intersectional Voices, the current exhibit at Greenville Tiger Strikes Asteroid. Clare is a weaver and artist whose practice examines personal and familial experience within the broader framework of myths and narratives that make up the American South. More #clarehu

[chaoticgremlinwholikescheese]

I made a list this year of bad things to happen in 2020. Here it is: TW: Death, corona, all around bad stuff.

Kobe Bryant and daughter died

Australia was on FIRE, like the whole thing

Australia flooded

CORONAVIRUS

Quarantine

FREAKING LOCUSTS IN AFRICA, LIKE TRILLIONS OF THEM

Millions of cicadas emerging after 17 years underground

WW3 almost happened, remember that?

Government said UFOs are real

Largest piece of known space debris finally crashed

Predicting a record breaking hurricane season

Economic crash in the US, like a giant crash

Trump is president. Has been for 4 years, but it needs to be said

People are protesting lockdown, getting corona

Trump got impeached, but not removed from office

MuRdEr HoRnEtS in the US LIKE MURDER HORNETS, REALLY?

Operation Pridefall

protests due to police brutality (#JusticeforGeorgeFloyd)

Zombie fires in the Arctic, Alaska, and maybe Siberia (underground fires)

The last normal day we had before quarantine was FRIDAY THE 13TH

Anonymous came back. That happened

Yellowstone might erupt

Three new monster asteroids headed towards earth in June

Biggest oil spill in Russian History happened in Russia

Crazy wildfires in Arizona

Mysterious deep space radio signals sent to earth every 157 days. Aliens?

UK has cannibalistic rats coming up through the toilets

Trump’s new logo is the Nazi logo

Kanye said he was running for president. We have no more standards

Brain eating amoeba found in the US

There's a beaver invasion in the arctic making global warming worse

There are now flying snakes

New data revealed hidden flood risks across America

New virus with pandemic potential found in China

THERE ARE METH ALLIGATORS ON THE LOOSE IN ALABAMA

Alcoholic monkey want on a rampage, killed one man and left 250 injured

Massive saharan dust cloud is heading towards US

Largest cyber attack in history hit all US mobile phone operators

Mosquitoes with West Nile Virus found in Fresno

Scientists found apocalyptic bird flu that could wipe out ½ of humanity

US, UK, and Canada say Russia is hacking Covid vaccine trials

Millions of people in China left homeless by severe torrential rains/floods

CA’s chances of experiencing the worst earthquake on the San Andreas fault have tripled in the last year, so we’re all gonna die in an earthquake

Squirrel in Jefferson county tested positive for bubonic plague

There’s now increased super lice because of corona

China claims unknown pneumonia deadlier than corona is spreading in Kazakhstan, like one pandemic wasn’t enough

Tik Tok almost got banned

There was a giant Tik Tok glitch and everyone FREAKED OUT

Bubonic plague is back in Mongolia

50 mile wide swarm of flying ants appeared

NASA warns about asteroid bigger than London Eye heading close to earth

Weird mystery seeds from China being mailed around the U.S.

Salmonella outbreak caused by onions in 43 states

Chadwick Boseman died

A bunch of pedophiles and gross people exposed on Tik Tok

A lightning strike killed 10 children playing soccer in Uganda

GIANT FIRES IN CA

Literally the sky is orange and it's raining ash

Ice caps melting

They found two 60ft long snakes

Sex hungry giant spiders are invading peoples homes

Man commited suicide live on tik tok and it spread

Sudan is having massive flooding

Britain is under attack from millions of drunk and angry german wasps

Tiger loose in Tennessee. Not from a zoo

Pilot spotted a guy flying in the sky with a jetpack (twice)

For some reason poison ivy is getting bigger and more poisonous

Super gonorrhea on the rise

More muslims killed in China camps than in Holocaust

More corona deaths than ww 1 or 2

[silvermoon424]

📂 Asteroid Senshi. Any attacks you have head canon for them for?

Once again, I wrote these years ago but I still like them so I’m reposting them. 

Also, I decided to give each Asteroid Senshi attack names in different languages (unlike canon Sailor Moon attack names, which are all in English). Vesta’s are in Italian, Ceres’s are in French, Pallas’s are in Spanish, and Juno’s are in Latin. Also I used Google Translate so if you speak these languages and the grammar is wrong, sorry.

*Sailor Vesta*

La Bestia (“The Beasts” in Italian)

Summons animals made of magic to attack the foe

If she says “La Bestia Refare (“Remake the Beast”) the magic animals will converge into one giant creature (maybe a tiger)

Circus Distruttiva (“Destructive Circus” in Italian)

Summons more magical animals than La Bestia does

It has a festive carnival theme but is deadly

*Sailor Ceres*

La Danse des Fleurs (“Dance of Flowers” in French)

Summons a hurricane of flowers imbued with magic

Vague Florale Rose  (“Pink Floral Wave” in French)

Summons a massive pink flower made out of energy to launch at the opponent)

l’impact Blossom (“Blossom Impact” in French)

A wave of magic flowers cut through the enemy

Blossom Vis Roulante Punch (“Blossom Rolling Screw Punch” in French)

A physical attack. Ceres collects powerful energy into her fist and punches the opponent.

*Sailor Pallas*

Esferas del Cielo (“Spheres of Heaven” in Spanish)

Summons hundreds of balls made of magic to strike the foe

Can either be hundreds or a few large ones

*Sailor Juno*

Ascensionem Dea (“Ascension of the Goddess” in Latin)

Summons a goddess-like figure made of magic to dive at the opponent

And then I was thinking of giving them “finisher moves” named after their Greek goddess counterparts.

Pallas: Wrath of Athena

Ceres: Fury of Demeter

Juno: Revenge of Hera

Vesta: Retribution of Hestia