#babianos

[rendoesart8]

hypermenestra, kastor and babianos sketch that i’m probably never gonna colour in😭😭😭

[kybelles]

four year old babianos sends this letter to theomedes after theo refuses to take him along to isthima for a short political stay

[weirdlookindog]

Desilo - Die Geistwesen aus der Eastside-Klinik (The Spirits from the Eastside Clinic)

cover art from Silber Grusel-Krimi #149, July 26, 1977

[abwwia]

Carmen Babiano Méndez-Núñez (1852–1914) was a Spanish painter and a pioneer in feminine art. Artwork: Pitas by Carmen Babiano

[cxinis]

Day 1: Family

gonna jump at any chance of drawing babianos <33 wanted to draw hypermentra and egeria too but couldnt :\

[gifsdefisica]

"[...] a revolução dos despossuídos e miseráveis do mundo tem o dever de abolir a miséria em seu país e encontrar a maneira para que as maiorias atuem em busca de satisfazer suas necessidades e desejos; os países cujas economias estão em situação totalmente desvantajosa em termos de capacidades como tais e em suas relações internacionais - isto é, os "subdesenvolvidos" - devem dedicar seus maiores esforços para sair dessa situação. [...] (p. 39) [...] O projeto de socialismo para o século XXI terá que ser muito mais radical e ambicioso do que os que existiram. Um socialismo das pessoas e para as pessoas, dos grupos sociais e para eles. Mas, como seria factível esse socialismo? Sem organização não chegaremos jamais a lugar nenhum. Então, trata-se de não criar monstros e chamá-los de organizações, e reverenciá-las como ídolos. Criar instrumentos para que o homem e a mulher que querem ser livres caminhem, pensem e sintam. [...] Sem política socialista não haverá futuro socialista. Mas, isso não significa que as organizações e o poder socialistas consigam evitar as debilidades e os perigos que supostamente o aportam o exercício da escolha e os sentimentos das pessoas, diversas conexões e inclinações dos grupos sociais. Trata-se de as organizações socialistas e do poder dos socialistas considerarem as escolhas, os sentimentos, a diversidade, as inclinações de suas pessoas, de sua gente, como o que isso tudo é potencialmente: a sua força, o seu veículo para a libertação." (p. 46) HEREDIA, Fernando. Socialismo como alternativa aos dilemas da humanidade. Textos de Fernando Heredia, org. Olívia Carolino Pires e Ronaldo Tamberline Pagotto, 1° ed. São Paulo: Expressão Popular, 2020. Arte: "Las Mujeres somos capaces de contribuir a la Victoria" (Desiderio Babiano Lozano) #materialismohistorico #materialismodialetico #marxismo #revoluçãosocialista #socialismo #fernandoheredia #projetosocialista #comunismo #americalatina https://www.instagram.com/p/Clr_Aektt6F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[abm1g-5]

Chick literature, often dismissed as carefree or escapist, has quietly become a powerful force shaping the perspectives and experiences of women in the 21st century. Through its engaging narratives, relatable characters, and exploration of women's issues, chick literature has evolved into a genre that not only entertains but also empowers and inspires women worldwide. One of the most significant contributions of chick literature to 21st-century women is its portrayal of strong, independent female protagonists who navigate various challenges with resilience and wit. One of the chick lit books that left a lasting impression on me is "The Devil Wears Prada" by Lauren Weisberger. At first glance, it appeared to be a exciting tale of fashion and ambition. Yet, beneath the surface, it offered a impressive exploration of the challenges women face in male-dominated industries and the importance of staying true to oneself.

Written by: Ian Lexis Babiano

[evelynkexinong]

Placemaking

Placemaking is the idea of transforming spaces into meaningful experiences for the community (Hes et al., 2019). My project allows the Northshore community, residents, and workers to experience a unique combination of Australian Aboriginal and hobbit culture. Furthermore, placemaking is built based on a place's identity and historical stories (Borrup, 2018). This is also the centrepiece of my project, basing Australian Aboriginal hobbit houses on the Yerrol story.

References:

Hes, D., Mateo-Babiano, I., & Lee, G. (2019). Fundamentals of Placemaking for the Built Environment: An Introduction. In D. Hes & C. Hernandez-Santin (Eds.), Placemaking Fundamentals for the Built Environment (pp. 1-13). Springer Singapore Pte. Limited. https://ebookcentral.proquest.com/lib/qut/reader.action?docID=5970591&ppg=27

Borrup, T. (2018). Creative Placemaking: Arts and Culture as a Partner in Community Revitalization. In E. Rosewall & R. Shane (Eds.), Arts and cultural management; critical and primary sources (pp. 189-206). Bloomsbury Academic.

[cazawonke]

'Recuerdos de Caza Menor y Caza Mayor', el libro de la buen cazar de Miguel Ángel Babiano

‘Recuerdos de Caza Menor y Caza Mayor’, el libro de la buen cazar de Miguel Ángel Babiano

Portada de ‘Recuerdos de Caza Menor y Caza Mayor’. (more…)

[carloskaplan]

As pitas (1880) por Carmen Babiano Méndez-Núñez (1852-1914)

[kybelles]

in which babianos gets his heart broken

read on ao3 | check out this amazing art by @cxinis which i adore

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A peal of laughter, quickly followed by the sound of running; distract Theomedes from the report he’s been reading for the past ten minutes. He blinks and casually leans off the balcony. The noise belongs to a sight he became accustomed to recently.

Next to him, Konstantin makes a tiny noise of disapproval. “I can warn them off if you wish, Exalted.”

Theomedes huffs a slight chuckle. “What is the point? They will behave for five minutes and then it’ll start over again.”

Konstantin looks a bit exasperated. “I assure you, I didn’t expect this kind of behavior when I brought my boy to the palace. He is usually much more serious.”

“Well, my boy has the ability to charm even the toughest people,” Theomedes says, pride coloring his voice. “So I can’t say I’m surprised.”

After a brief moment of Damen whispering something into the ear of Nikandros, they start running barefoot again; this time in the direction of trees.

Konstantin isn’t merely lying about his son’s character to excuse his recent adventures with Damen. The first time Nikandros arrived to be presented properly in front of Theomedes, he introduced himself with perfect manners and showed utter respect. Then Damen, who was almost vibrating with excitement, stepped forward and caught Nikandros’s hands.

“Greetings, Nikandros of Dice!” he exclaimed in front of the whole palace. “You and I are going to be best friends!”

Thus, they quickly became best friends indeed. Theomedes felt a bit of guilt when it became crystal clear just how much Damen needed someone closer to his age. They became so inseparable that it almost felt like they blurred into one child: Damen and Nik. Nik and Damen. Damenandnik.

It also brought warmth to his heart to see the affection Nikandros held for Damen was genuine and not borne out of some obligated loyalty. Theomedes knows his boy made a friend for life.

“Gods help me,” Konstantin is saying when Theomedes focuses on the present again. “Are they climbing on a tree?”

Indeed, they are climbing on one of the larger trees with the easy elegance of lions who survey the land for prey. Konstantin lets out a long sigh. “Should I put an end to this? If they fall–”

“No need.” Theomedes points at the muscular slaves who are standing nearby. “If they fall, they can be caught easily.” He raises his voice. “Damianos?”

Both children whip their head to look at the direction where the noise came from. Nikandros’s arms wobble considerably when he realizes it’s the king who spoke but he regains his balance easily. Damen is, unsurprisingly, unfazed. “Sire?” he calls back.

“May I ask what the two of you are doing?”

Damen gives him a look like he thinks his father is particularly dense. “Looking for Veretian soldiers, obviously.”

“Care to elaborate?”

It’s Nikandros who speaks this time. “We’re making a plan to take back Delpha, Exalted.”

“Oh?” Theomedes asks pleasantly. “Now that is something I must certainly listen to. Would you soldiers want to join me for supper?”

-

Nikandros has to leave, eventually.

Damen handles it with all the grace that can be expected from a five year old. He doesn’t cry when they bid Konstantin’s family farewell but his lower lip wobbles repeatedly. Once it’s time to say goodbye to Nikandros, he throws all the properties Theomedes knows Hypermenestra and his tutors taught him before aside and wraps his arms around Nikandros, clinging. Whatever he’s murmuring to the other boy has Nikandros patting his back gently, his own serious face creased with a frown. They stay like that until Kastor takes a step forward and touches Damen’s shoulder.

At supper that night, Damen barely touches his food. Even when they bring his favorite juicy apricots.

Hypermenestra takes a look at his full place, face concerned. “Your food will cry after you if you leave it untouched, Damen.”

Damen is slouched in his chair, looking absolutely miserable. “I know you’re lying to me, Nessa. I don’t believe you.”

Kastor takes a crunchy bite from a pear. “You’re right. What will happen is that this apricot’s soul will visit you tonight in your sleep and haunt you if you don’t eat it.”

“I don’t believe you either.” Damen says quickly but his hand sneakily snatches up a piece of apricot.

Theomedes rubs his temple briefly, wishing it would erase the headache he can feel building. “Kastor, stop frightening your brother. Damen, eat your food. Nikandros will come back in a few months.”

Apparently it was all it took to set Damen off because he swallows his fruit and looks at Theomedes with accusing eyes. “Six months! That’s half a year, baba! How am I supposed to endure it until then?” His lip quivers again and this time, a sob escapes from his mouth. He turns his teary eyes to Hypermenestra. “I feel like my heart is breaking into pieces! Can a person die because of a broken heart?”

Keep him safe, a woman’s raspy voice whispers. Love him. Love him so much.

A memory. Egeria, untangling herself from his embrace in the middle of the night and stepping into the balcony for some fresh air. Theomedes, following after her like a sailor follows a siren. Egeria’s belly swollen with their unborn baby, her thin silk nightgown clinging into her skin, her skin glowing with both sweat and health.

You never looked more beautiful, Theomdes said unthinkingly as he stared at her. Egeria smiled cheekily at him, her dimple showing, hazel eyes shining with mischief. Flattery will get you nowhere when I’m this big, Exalted.

And then. The baby came too early.

Promise me he’ll be okay, Egeria whimpered as she continued to bleed and bleed. One of her hands was clutched in Theoemedes’s hand and his tears were blurring his vision. He kissed her knuckles, over and over again, until her last breath. I promise.

Theoemedes doesn’t recall a worse heartbreak he’s experienced than Egeria’s death but in the end, he survived. For his country and his family. For his motherless infant son.

He rouses up from his memories and notices Hypermenestra’s pained eyes on him. He can’t help but wonder if she remembered the same thing just now.

It was her hand, after all, the one who held Egeria’s other hand.

“No, you won’t die from a broken heart, my prince.” Hypermenestra says softly yet firmly. “Feeling upset is a natural part of growing.” Her face softens. “However, you may go to sleep tonight earlier, if you don’t wish to dine anymore.”

He’s out of his seat the second she is done with her sentence. Theomedes sighs heavily as he makes a move to follow him, or at least send someone after him, when Kastor raises a hand and gets up as well. “I’ll deal with it. Curse of being an older brother.”

-

Every friday, Theomedes takes Kastor and Damen with him for a ride around the capital; to see how the cityfolk are doing, to listen to their issues and requests. He’s been doing it with Kastor since his oldest turned three and two years ago, he started to bring Damen along as well. Next year, Damen will finally have his own horse instead of sitting in front of Theomedes.

Today, only Kastor shows up for their planned outing and just like Theomedes, he looks puzzled by the lack of Damen around. He rolls his eyes a moment later. “That silly boy cried into my lap for hours last night. He’s probably still asleep.” A frustrated sigh. “I’ll go get him.”

“No.” Theomedes says, barely missing a beat. “After the tantrum of yesterday, it’s best if he gets some sleep. It’s not the end of the world if he misses one day.”

So they set off together; him, Kastor and a handful of soldiers. Theomedes doesn’t know if it’s vanity, but he never takes a lot of protection with him when he does these weekly outings. His people love him as a leader and he wants to believe he can take out a few assassins if it ever comes to that.

It’s going smoothly, as it always does, when a ruckus breaks out behind them, prompting the soldiers. Tensing, Theomedes extends a protective arm in front of Kastor. 

Everything happens so quickly. Out of nowhere, a small hand clings to Theomedes’s chiton. His horse startles so badly that it makes a move to rear up. Horrified, Theomedes realizes the hand belongs to Damen and his boy will get hurt badly in a–

A pair of strong arms snatch Damen from the ground in one rough movement and Theomedes hastily moves away his horse, petting his neck to calm him down.

“You idiot!” Kastor exclaims in pure fury, shaking Damen’s shoulders. “Why would you do–”

“Why did you leave me behind?!”

Damen’s entire riding outfit is messily worn, as if he’s dressed himself in the dark, with no help from his slaves. His face is as red as the royal Akielon color and his eyes are wide with anger and disappointment. Distantly, Theomedes realizes almost half of his household have followed him and are now panting as they try to catch their breath. The chaos is mostly settled.

Kastor sends him a deadly look. “What?”

“Is this what duty means to you?” Damen’s furious eyes are going between Kastor and Theomedes. “We’re supposed to do this together and you left me behind!”

For a moment, nobody speaks. Then, Theomedes runs a hand over his face. “Damianos. You’ll be the death of me one day.”

Immediately, Damen’s righteous anger disappears in a smoke and he makes an upset noise. “Baba, don’t say things like that.”

Theomedes reaches out and takes him from Kastor’s arms, putting him in front of the horse like he always does. “We won’t leave you behind again,” he says as Damen sinks into his arms. “But if you do something like this again, I’ll forbid you from eating an apricot for a week.”

“That’s fair.”

[elcilantroo]

[smashing2]

[cxinis]

that egeria art…… you are my favorite person in the world

Thankyouu😭🫶🏽🫶🏽 ngl your babianos fanfic gave me such a major damini brainrot it was unreal

[eljopo1blog]

Hoy 14 de abril es el día de la Segunda República Española el régimen democrático que existió en España entre el 14 de abril de 1931, fecha de su publicación,en sustitución de la monarquiade Alfonso XIII, y el 1 de abril de 1939, fecha del final de la Guerra Civil, que dio paso a la dictadura franquista. Os dejo unos carteles de Desiderio Babiano Lozano un empleado de banca, también dibujante y pintor.#babiano #illustracion #illustration #illustrator #❤️💛💜 #🔴🟡🟣 #happy #instagram #instagramers Se le vio, caminando entre fusiles, por una calle larga, salir al campo frío, aún con estrellas de la madrugada. Mataron a Federico cuando la luz asomaba. El pelotón de verdugos no osó mirarle la cara. Todos cerraron los ojos; rezaron: ¡ni Dios te salva! Muerto cayó Federico —sangre en la frente y plomo en las entrañas— ... Que fue en Granada el crimen sabed —¡pobre Granada!—, en su Granada. #antonioMachado https://www.instagram.com/p/B-8_foBHreL/?igshid=1wxjrk995nlfs

[clublelarraskito]

El sábado 22 de febrero presentaremos en Larraskito el debut en directo de NIGREDO ENSEMBLE, el nuevo proyecto de José Angel Babiano (piano, composición) junto a Jonathan Quiñones (bombardino), Mario Martinez (clarinete), Garazi Navas (acordeón) y Pau Torres (saxofones) que, bajo una formación de música de cámara, relee clásicos de la música black y death metal de grupos como Morbid Angel, Mayhem, Immortal, Celtic Frost, Dissection, Burzum y Portal.

Adicionalmente, contaremos con los sugerentes drones del barcelonés Victor Baladoch, Claudia Rebeca Lorenzo con su trap deconstruido, y Emaztegaiak, el nuevo proyecto de power electronics de Enrique Garoz de Diego y Miguel A. García. Este ultimo mostrara también algunos experimentos nuevos, combinando sus sonidos con músicos como Daniel Aguirrezabalaga (percusión), Luis André (trompeta), Txemi Artigas (bajo), Esti Ibarra (voz), Garazi Navas (acordeón), Pau Torres (saxos), Mario Martinez (clarinete), Izarne Oiarzabal (claque) o Matias Riquelme (cello). Toda la difusión de la electrónica se realizara mediante surround en octofonía.

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Otsailaren 22an, larunbatez, NIGREDO ENSEMBLEren zuzeneko debuta aurkeztuko dugu Larraskiton. Jose Angel Babianoren (pianoa, konposizioa) proiektu berria da hau, honako musikarien laguntzaz: Jonathan Quiñones (bonbardinoa), Mario Martinez (klarinetea), Garazi Navas (akordeoia) eta Pau Torres (saxofoiak). Ganbera-musika talde bat izanik, black eta death metal taldeen berrirakurketak egiten dituzte; besteak beste Morbid Angel, Mayhem, Immortal, Celtic Frost, Dissection, Burzum eta Portalenak.

Gainera, soinu-ekipo oktofonikoa erabiliz, beste hauek ere aurkeztuko ditugu: Victor Baladoch bartzelonarraren drone iradokitzaileak, Claudia Rebeca Lorenzoren trap deseraikia, Kike Kaos eta Miguel A. Garciaren proiektu berria den Emaztegaiaken power electronicsa, eta Miguel A. Garcia beraren esperimentu batzuk, bere elektronika beste musikari batzuekin nahastuz, besteak beste Daniel Aguirrezabalaga (perkusioa), Luis Andre (tronpeta), Txemi Artigas (baxua), Esti Ibarra (ahotsa), Garazi Navas (akordeoia), Pau Torres (saxoak), Mario Martinez (klarinetea), Izarne Oiarzabal (klakea) eta Matias Riquelmerekin (txeloa), eta baita beste batzuekin ere...

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L´LARRASKITO KLUBA 22 del 02 del 2020 con

NIGREDO ENSEMBLE música de cámara tocando versiones de MAYHEM, PORTAL, IMMORTAL, CELTIC FROST, BURZUM, MORBID ANGEL y + + VICTOR BALADOCH + CLAUDIA REBECA LORENZO + EMAZTEGAIAK + GARAZI NAVAS + MIGUEL A. GARCÍA &

el 22 del 02 del 2020

en LARRASKITO KLUB ( carretera rekalde-larraskitu 33, 4º c)

a las 20:00

entrada por 8€

cartel por carlos valverde

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L´LARRASKITO KLUBA 2020ko otsailak 22 honakoekin

NIGREDO ENSEMBLE ganbera-musika, MAYHEM, PORTAL, IMMORTAL, CELTIC FROST, BURZUM, MORBID ANGEL eta beste batzuen bertsioak joaz + VICTOR BALADOCH + CLAUDIA REBECA LORENZO + EMAZTEGAIAK + GARAZI NAVAS + MIGUEL A. GARCÍA &

2020ko otsailaren 22an

LARRASKITO KLUBean (errekalde-larraskitu errepidea 33, 4 c)

20:00etan

8€ko sarrera

carlos valverderen kartela

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+info:

https://youtu.be/00-jBtnHCDo https://youtu.be/rivb63kvg_8 https://vimeo.com/334769253 https://www.eremuak.net/es/claudia-rebeca-lorenzo-0 https://youtu.be/cuJ-vTXq8eo https://youtu.be/cuwSZbo7ysk https://youtu.be/cbim4gbRWC0