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Le Radeau de la Méduse, 1819, Oil on canvas, 491x716 cm, Paris, musèe du Louvre

Theodore Gèricault was a french painter, from the Romanticism movement.

From a wealthy family, in 1798 he moved to Paris where he attended the atelier of Vernet and then Guèrin, but his training and stile was heavily influenced by Gros and the study at the Louvre of Flemish, XVIII century Dutch and Venetian painting. In 1816 he traveled to Italy, where the study of the works of Raphael, Michelangelo and caravaggio greatly influenced his mature style.

Back in Paris after the italian grand tour he met Delacoix. One of his last travel was in Englan, in 1821, where he learned about the free, non academic painting of Constable and Lawrence. With this knowledge he contributed to the overcoming of the academic tradition in France.

In addiction to his production of studies, painting and lithographs, he modeled some interesting figures in wax.

The painting: Le Radeau de la Mèduse

Painted in 1818, was presented at the salon in 1819, a controversy painting, for the fusion made with romantic dramatic intensity between classical composition and dynamic rapresentation of reality.

The subject of the painting was a rather dramatic event in the history of the french navy. In 1816 the Meduse, a frigate, set sail from the cost of France to reach Senegal. Arriving in sight of Cap Blanc, the inexperience of the captain prevented the recognition of a infamous, but rather known sandy bank off the coast of Mauritania. So the ship tilted to one side, the captain and all the equip tried to save the ship, but every attempt failed. The only thing remained to do was to abandon the ship and reach the cost of mauritania. With only 6 lifeboats they had to set up a makeshift raft. On it boarden 149 man and 1 woman. It's a dark story what happen next, fights boke out, there were suicides, murders, desperation and cannibalism. After 13 days adrift finally what remained of the draft was spotted, of the 150 people, only 15 were found alive, wich five of them died during the night of the rescue.

In 1817 two survivors wrote a book telling what happened during those 13 days in the ocean.

And here it's were we start talking about the painting.

Gericault decided to paint all the shades of physical pain, moral anguish in the mass of people on the raft, from the father in foregroud, intoxicated by the pain of losing his son, to the men who are trying to make themself more visible to the ship in the backgorund. The gugantic dimensions and the epic style were finally used to rapresent the sufference of normal people. The scene is a romantic metaphore of human life, in perpetual struggle with adversity and destiny divided between despair and hope, life and death.

The scene is constructed onto diagonal lines with two arriving ponts, one is the raft shaft, the other the shirt blowing in the wind. Theres a muvement, a vertical tension to the horizont. The wind blow in the opposite direction, moving the raft away from salvation. The red accents of the light onto varius object make the drammatic scene more dramatic.

The painting is romantic in his intent and subject, but his form is classic, the drawings define the bodies, the chiaroscuro define the dinamic. The bodies are like heroes and atlethes, organaized in a piramid structure, at the point of the pyramid theres a body that remainds of the belvedere torso, an antient statue very known during the neoclassicism period.

When i was 13 i read about this event, without realizing it, one of my favorite book is Ocean sea by Alessandro baricco, an italian wrtiter, who described what happened on the raft in the middle of the book. Five years forward i was studing art and i came across this bauty, and i hiperfixated on it (as one does) and now the book, wich already was one of my favorite just made more sense.

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13. What talents do you have? and 63. Biggest Fear?

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Rookie

Since you didn’t tell who you sent this to, deal with the answers.

13. What talents do you have?

Ann: “Talents? I guess I’m good at making the brigthest day gloomy and sad.”

Akemi: “Hmm. I don’t know and I guess my magic doesn’t count here. Well, I can survive and kick ass without relying on my magic alone, so I guess that would be my talent?”

Aya: “Hunting down and killing pirates.”

Casey: “I can almost always get what I want from my brothers and I see that as a talent, as most are not eaily pursuaded to do what they don’t want to do.”

Didi: “... Writing I guess.”

Izo: “My talents? Painting and dancing, though the latter isn’t what people see much on this ship.”

Marco: “Wood carving, yoi.”

Nael: “Hunting? Tracking animals and/or people.”

Sheila: “Pissing of the marines, counts, right?”

Zarina: “... I don’t know.”

63. Biggest Fear?

Ann: “The death of Luffy. Since I’ve already lost everything else, that’s now my biggest fear.”

Akemi: “Fear you ask? I know it’ll be arrogant to say nothing, but right now, I can’t think of anything.”

Aya: “That the world order as it is will fall.”

Casey: “... To lose my family and be left all alone ...”

Didi: “Spider and loneliness.”

Izo: “To lose sight on the true bauty and losing everthing and anyone I love and care for.”

Marco: “To be unable to keep my family together and safe, yoi.”

Nael: “To accidentally kill an innocent person while I’m hunting.”

Sheila: “Loneliness.”

Zarina: “Never find what my heart longs for. A home and family.”

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The Zodiac Signs’ Deeply Buried Truths and Dreams

To understand a zodiac sign’s motives, you must understand the workings of their mind and heart. Dreams and ideals can help to grasp their patterns of behaviour which would otherwise be inexplicable to us. 

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The Fire Signs (Aries, Leo & Sagittarius)

A fire sign’s fantasy world begins where the fairytale book ends. It’s a realm of romance and myth. In fact, the fiery signs mythologize everyday-life to a large extent and transform their reality into a stage where everybody plays their part. Their fantasies can be quite black and white, full of clichés and old and well-known tales. When their lives lack drama, they simply project their brilliantly colorful dreams onto the people or situations in their surrounding. They can not stand the grey dullness of the emprical world and their minds are the best escape.

Aries The Aries’ fantasies are of a quite chivalric nature as, deep down, they are knights in shining armor looking for a noble cause or a damsel in distress. For them the Age of Courtly Love is not over and they live according to the rules of the Round Table or the Order of the Garter as their dreams revolve around honour, loyalty and praise. Aries needs adventure, a lost cause to participate in, a war to fight, a heart to win back, otherwise they grow cold and experience psychic indigestion.

Leo Leos love to create myths and stories concerning their self. They are highly idealistic and envision a world where good is purely good and bad is purely bad - they don’t really see grey shadows or the subtleties of human nature. The lion wants to be the hero or the heroine, anyone really who is respected, looked up to and appreciated. Their dreams are full of romanticism and love they pour into their beloved subjects/children/objects of affection and about the tenderness they receive in return. 

Sagittarius Like their arrows, Sagittarius’ visions are aimed at some distant future or a faraway possibility. In the centaur’s dreams nothing has limits and their abilities and possible journeys are endless. It’s hard for them to cope with people telling them that something is impossible because they strongly believe that every goal can be reached, no matter how absurd it sounds. What really drives a Sagittarius are unexplored paths, unexplicable mysteries and a sense of anticipation that lingers in the air. Because of that boundless realm in their head, the centaur understands that life is meaningful and that everything teaches a lesson and encourages growth but the light of their visions can rarely be transformed into reality. 

The Earth Sings (Taurus, Virgo & Capricorn)

The fantastic and uncomprehensible world exists for Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn as well but unlike the fire signs, earth signs tend to not recognize it as a part of their actual life but as something supernatural. They are terribly afraid of disorder which is why most of them will opress their imagination and dreams rather than embrace them. And while they know almost everything about the world surrounding them, spirituality and fantasy have the potential for them to come to terms with their inner self. They probably really need and want to retreat in a realm of dreams but they often feel too occupied with everyday-life and therefore guilty “wasting” their time drowning in fantasy. 

Taurus Taurus needs to escape into a world of beauty from time to time. When the reality is too cold or things just do not seem to work out, they like to drown in things which are exquisite and beautiful, either physically or with their mind. If they can’t have their real piece of luxury they like to think about times when they will or had and just generally knowing about all the art in the world, like paintings, music or good food keeps them going. They are one of the most sceptic signs and the ones who value the known and reliable most, so it is most likely that their dreams revolve around something they can actually capture with their senses.

Virgo Virgos are quite romantic and imaginative souls but they are not idealistic like most of the water and air signs. Their minds are neatly and orderly arranged knowledge gained through quiet observing and silent curiosity. Their oftentimes cold or brusque exterior is a protection for the possible gunshots reality could take at them. Their safe haven is a mind that has a resolution for every situation, where every thing is coloured and structured in its realest, most detailed form to shut out all dangers from outside. Virgos wish the world were a more equal and better place but they have to protect themselves before they can help others.

Capricorn Achievement to Capricorn is what romance is to the fire signs. Without goals and challenges, a Capricorn can grow cold and be thrown headfirst into depression because this unfriendly world can not offer him meaning anymore. The most mysterious of the earth signs, known as ambitious, working and plodding, is a magician, a chaser of mysteries in disguise. A true Capricorn knows how to make peace with the earth, and, in the end, all their hard labour is just a steppingstone to a more profound, reflected and introspective side to their nature. Once they have learned how to live in this world, they can use their newly found freedom to pursue their love of the mysteries, which, for them, revolve around all the energies that govern life.

The Air Signs (Gemini, Libra & Aquarius)

Air signs are the children amongst the zodiac and there is no one quite so familiar with the existence of wonders like a child. They have an incredible emotional depth and are incurable romantic at heart. Every emotional experience they make is profound and meaningful and immediately valued as one with an idealistic outcome. Gemini, Libra and Aquarius lack a certain worldliness because they seem to understand nearly everything. But all the mysteries and secrets of the world can only be understood by them when matched with a correlating system like religion or occult. They need to understand in order to be sane which is why some mysteries (the truly inexplicable ones) will never cease to fascinate but scare them.

Gemini A true Gemini is an eternal child. The world will never cease to overwhelm and amaze them and they will make it their life-long mission to gather broad and comprehensive knowledge about it. Geminis learn for the sole delight of self-taught wisdom and quenching that unbearable thirst that seems to be part of their nature. In-depth analyses are something you will not ever see a Gemini make because there is so much the universe can still teach and they simply have no time to think about something for too long. So it is no suprise that the twins are the least introspective of the signs, the vast pool of wonders around them is more important than sitting down and thinking about one’s own motives.

Libra A Libra’s life is seen through a tinted glass that shows all the bauty it can contain. Like the true children of Venus that they are, Libras seek the Beautiful, the Good and the True and their dreams revolve around a world in which every being has their perfectly fitting counterpart and ordinary life is lifted to idealistic heights. Most of them feel like a part of them is missing and will never stop believing in finding perfection in form of a worthy companion, fulfilling job or just general happiness. Their quest for the Good and Beautiful can seem like hollow flattery to the more sceptic signs like Capricorn and Scorpio but dreamers will appreciate their efforts to preserve fantasies rather than destroy them with a brutal truth that is rarely ever absolute anyways.

Aquarius Aquarius’ ideals mean everything to them and they would gladly give their life for the realization of their dream about universal love, equality, a brighter future. Without the ideas of an Aquarius, no real progress can take place, like their symbol the Waterbearer they offer the water of life to humanity. Their dreams are their ideals and their ideals are their reality. But while Aquarians always have an inept sense of the big picture, they lack comprehension for the personal and that makes it incredibly difficult for them to not only be humanitarian but also a fearlessly feeling human.

The Water Signs (Cancer, Scorpio & Pisces)

To the water signs everything is motivated by feeling as they move in the world with instinct, at home with what is irrational and inexplicable. Their reality is made entirely from what they feel and they subconciously assign an emotion to literally everything. Their own world contains a whole universe of dreams and fantasies and they mean so much to them because they are stuffed with profound truths that are part of a water sign’s core personality. They oppose the logical and rational values of our time and the processes of the intellect which are typically assigned to the air signs. They speak the language of the heart or  gut (which is a water sign’s most powerful tool).

Cancer Like their symbol the crab, Cancers’ home is the border between earth and water.They need the security of dry land like commitment, promises and truths but they also feel a strong pull towards the depths of the ocean of imagination. Their dreams and longings oftentimes revolve around stability, being needed and loved and the emotional subtleties underlying their fantasies are important for a Cancer’s personal and introspective growth. But individuals born under this sign are painfully self-protective, so do not expect them to talk to you about their secret longings and even if they do, be aware of them not telling you the whole truth. 

Scorpio While the element of air is idealistic, water signs are more realistic and especially Scorpios know that ideals are important but life is different. They are as sensitive as their watery companions and possess the same emotional awareness but they can not afford romance because they are painfully aware of the human nature not only being great but also very animalistic and vicious. No other sign understands the shadows of being human as good as Scorpio and no one accepts and embraces the darkness as willingly. After all, there is nothing else to do. What really drives this sign is the will to make something of themselves as they want to find the profound truth of their being.

Pisces Pisces is the true sign of the mystic and they desperately need and are aware of another reality, a magical, elusive world which makes ordinary life meaningless. A lot of people born under the fishes are deeply religious (not necessary in an orthodox way) as they hold on to practices that are concerned with a side of life that is uncomprehensible, vast and profound. Unlike their watery fellows, Pisces’ sensitivity and deep wisdom about the futility of human behaviour is focused more outward and people with this sign are generally not as concerned with their own well-being and more focused on the hapiness of those around them.

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Jewelleries In Bengali Wedding

The Bengali bride commonly wears quite a few rings and it's far commonly Gold & silver and from time to time dress rings. In the days gone by years, ladies used to put on a large quantity of gold on their Bengali marriage ceremony, however with time maximum ladies these days put on a slight quantity of bling. Indian brides, particularly Bengali Bong Brides will in 99.99 instances be visible sporting conventional or cutting-edge portions of jewellery. Most ladies inherit their mother’s or grandmother’s rings piece with a few new ones made for the occasion. In this submit we look at the conventional rings portions of Bengali brides, their names and their special designs. Remember, all conventional and cutting-edge portions with 24-karat gold are nonetheless made with the aid of using hand with the aid of using conventional craftsmen in West Bengal and consequently they may be of route a delight to own. I have seen many brides in beautiful jewelleries at the marriage hall near me and at the banquet hall near me.

We shall begin from the top, with ‘Mukut’ – or crown in English

‘Sonar Mukut’ / Golden Crown

If you've got visible brides these days, they commonly put on stylish or cutting-edge portions, however sporting gold mukut is frequently visible as a signal of wealth and prosperity of the family. Many cutting-edge brides make Gold plated silver crowns to put on on their wedding ceremony. Some put on their inherited crowns throughout the ceremony.

Bengali Bride Headwear / Tikli and Tiara

The Bengali bride commonly wears a small Tikti or from time to time connected with a Tiara kind rings piece that is used to offer a higher definition to the hair parting. Also the Tikti became used to maintain the veil in the place. While these days bobby pins do their paintings in retaining the veil in the place, the ‘Tikli’ works as a super manner to lessen the brow size, and offer an excellent definition to the hair parting.

Nose Ring / Nath 

Nose  jewelry or ‘nath’ are very famous inside Bengalis and maximum Bengali ladies, whether or not they've nostril piercings or now no longer will flaunt them on their wedding ceremony day. There is something approximately the quiet Nose ring, that appears very bridal.

Kaner Dul / Earrings 

If you're a female in Bengal, in maximum instances you've got ear piercings completed in a manner that you have been little. And that is the time you may put on jewelry. Most Bengali ladies will put on huge problematic jewelry starting from Jhumka designs to Kaan Bala designs. There also are layered jewelry and layered Jhumka designs.

Kaan er Dul with Golden Kaan Shape / Ear Shaped Earring

Many ladies additionally have golden ear formed jewelry connected to their jhumkas or Kaan Bala  and those appear spectacular if you have a bigger fuller face. The Kaan form enables you to maintain the jewelry from flattening in your earlobes if they may be heavy.

Kanpasha / Large Golden Studs 

The Kanpasha seems super on fuller faces and they may be commonly made withinside the form of a saucer, with problematic paintings. I even have one such kanpasha as I have already got a fuller face to put on for my wedding ceremony, and it has petal designs.

The Chick / Choker Necklace Designs 

The fashion of ‘Chick’ or Choker has been famous in Bengal for the reason that time immemorial. Very problematic designs and craftsmanship is visible in those Chokers that are worn lower at the neck and simply above the collarbone. The width varies however is commonly 1 to 1.five inch width.

Panch Nori Haar or Sat Nori Haar 

The Panch Nori haar is a necklace which has 5 gold chains connected to a valuable layout. The Sat Nori Har has seven gold chains connected to the valuable layout or ornamental piece. 

Sonar Haar / gold necklace Designs 

These are a few not unusual place designs which might be visible on bengali brides. Bengali brides put on a couple of Haar or necklaces to cowl their neck and appearance glamorous on the marriage day.

Everyday Wearing Sonar haar(Gold Necklace) with Tassels 

During day functions, the bride commonly wears much less jewellery . Most brides are visible sporting comparable small but quiet designs which might be clean to hold for the duration of the busy day. These are commonly made with the aid of using hand and threaded with tassels and beads.

Ratanchur / Hathphool / Hand Harness 

The palms glaringly want to be dolled up for the marriage and maximum Bengali brides pick out a ratanchur to make sure that their palms appear gorgeous. Most ladies but do now no longer get them made in gold these days because it turns into too expensive. Mostly those are worn in gold plated silver variants.

Rings / Angti 

These earjewelry are commonly intended to be worn on unique occasions and prefer the ‘Kanpasha’ they may be given the form of a Round ‘dhaal’ or ‘crest’. These finger jewelry are from time to time additionally smaller and less difficult to put on on a day by day basis. 

Mantasha / Gold Wristlet 

This gold wristlet or bangle is made from 24-karat gold and is commonly adjustable with gold chains. It is a heavy piece of jewellery and commonly maximum Bengali ladies will opt for them to embellish their palms on their wedding ceremony day. 

Baala / Bangle 

The bangle or Bala is synonymous to the Bengali wedding ceremony and maximum brides will put on atlas one Bala. These are available in strong form, full of ‘Gaala’ or ‘lac’ , adjustable, arai pyanch or 2.5 round bangle. Some bangles have unique peacock designs, Lion or floral designs. Those with rose layout are referred to as ‘golap bala’.

Chur 

This problematic designed bangle with barely thicker layout seems ideal with commonly an adjustable layout that may be worn with the aid of using many generations. These frequently are made with filigree designs.

Sankha Badhano and Pola Badhano/ Gold studded Conch shell Bangles and Coral bangles  

Bengali married ladies put on Sankha and Paula as a signal in their marriage and throughout the wedding ceremony time, maximum ladies will put on gold studded sankha and paula . The sankha is crafted from conch shells and the paula is simply crimson coral. Sometimes those include introducing workmanship with Gold. 

Churi / Chudi 

Large chunky bangles are super , however for day by day put on purpose, all brides pick out smaller, and thinner gold bangles that are referred to as Churi or Churi. While maximum Indians could inn to glass bangles, Bengali ladies generally tend to put on gold bangles on a day by day basis.

Baoti / Bauti

These 1/2 of Cut Bangles also are referred to as Baoti or Bauti and are a conventional bangle layout which have been broadly famous for the reason that closing centuries. They are commonly full of Lac to hold the form of the gold bangle. 

Amritapaker Bala / A bangle Design with Spiral

The Amritapak er Bala is thought for his or her pricey and vivid spiral pattern, and they may be commonly heavy and want to be made with at least 20 gm of gold for every bangle. These are conventional and really unique styles and plenty of bengali brides put on them on their wedding ceremony day. 

Ananta / Armlet

Armlets are famous amongst bengali brides and that they frequently put on them on their wedding ceremony day. Although growing gold expenses have decreased the quantity of Gold Armlets which might be offered now-a-days however many inherit their mother’s or grandmother’s ananta and put on them with delight.

Loha Badhano / Iron and Gold Bangles 

A bengali bride can be provided the ‘Loha Badhano’ from their In-Laws and it's also a signal of a married lady. Most cutting-edge ladies will choose such a superbly made ‘Loha Badhano’ for ordinary sporting purposes. In the photo above, you spot one with Meena paintings and every other in simple gold with Iron filling. 

Kankan / Different design bangle

Some ladies will pick out Kankan a conventional bangle with hand engraved motifs in gold that are commonly filigree kind. This sort of bangle is a conventional fashion and plenty of ladies pick out them for the reason that they appear grand and really unique on their wedding ceremony days. 

Kamarbandh / Waist

Some ladies will put on Kamarbandh to maintain their saree in the place and intensify their waist. This is without a doubt a waist chain that is made with gold and worn on the marriage day.

Silver Payal/ Payal Anklet 

Most ladies put on silver payal/ payal on their wedding ceremony , and a few pick out gold plated silver ones. These make the quiet toes of the bride's appearance even prettier.

So, I wish you currently recognise the special Bengali Bridal rings designs that you may choose up to your wedding ceremony.

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To go back into this blog’s topic, this part of the book got me thinking, how did art develop across Sornieth? What did different breeds and cultures develop to satisfy that need for creativity?

Are the ancestral migration paths of Snappers full of cave paintings from when they stop to rest? Are the paths themselves used as a canvas by the passerby herds? Do they paint and tell stories even though they know erosion will wither them away? They probably don’t care, they do it for something higher and more important than that, the ones that stay forever are reserved for the caves.

Do Spirals, who are frantic in movement, carefully place strokes of paint in the scrolls they carry across their journeys, to show off to one another and tell stories about where they’ve been? The places themselves are what probably stay with them the most, and what they are most prone to keep close since they’re travelling constantly.

The metalworkers from the Fire domains use their skills for sculpture? Although detailed works may be common amongst them, what if the stress of thier harsh workplace has turned their most personal art into an unorganized mess? There may be bauty in the freedom they feel as they mash shapes of metal in different positions without anyone telling them how that is wrong and counterproductive, the birth of a new kind of imperfect beauty within the most perfectionist of Dragons.

And in the Darkness of the Shadow Dragons, what could be created? Nocturnes being prone to blend within other cultures, could they combine all the art they’ve seen from different places, the customs brought by thier own kin who were exposed to artistic movements far away, what could they create as they merge everything together? What could they create to make something stand up in a land where it’s inhabitans mostly hide in the shadows?

This concept is so neat and I want to expand on it eventually

I found one of my old books from when I was in middle school, a tale called “Hadas y Dragones, el arte es magia” (”Dragons and Fairies, art is magic), a book written and illustrated by an artist form my country who goes by “Ciruelo” who makes fantastic Dragons and an artist who I admire very much.

And while reading it again I stubled across one of the many phrases that I loved very much even back then, the protaonist who is a Dragon rider, is exploring an old cave on top of a White Dragon, flying around in circles across this massive abandoned volcano turned lair, whit the blue hues of the moonlight contourning strange markings of a different yet apparent beauty, so strange to anything compared to what the protagonist has seen up to that point, and completely covering every last inch of stone.

And then the Dragon says “that’s art, art from my ancestors”, and the boy is fascinated by that fact, of course Dragons made art, of course the desire for creation is present in them too, of course it’s going to look different to anything else, is more ancient and from a culture so unlike them, and yet the innate nature and pursue for beauty and to leave something as wonderful as art to future generations is present even in these creatures that seem oh so above us, but is in that feeling that the protagonist connects with the Dragon and it’s almost forgotten culture even more, is so humbling and in the end it turns to be vital to the understanding of the old ways that allow them to save the day at the end of the story, it is such a wonderful feeling.

“Art from Dragons…” repeats our protagonist “Art from Dragons!”

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Hedda Pt. 3

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Hedda Pt. 3 - How to be brave.

Pairing: Ivar x OFC Rating for chapter: T Warnings: Mention of violence, a touch of strong language. Note: Daily friendly reminder: My English could be so much better. Sorry. And I know there haven't been much Ivar yet and I'm sorry; but I need some things done for all this to work out as I have planned soo.. But he will be there, promise! And I realized just how complex I have made this and I start to confuse myself majorly. I know this part is rather jumpy and I'm sorry but I have been writing this over and over again without finding a way much better than this. I hope the next part will be better aha!

Winter had slowly passed to spring. Soon I would find the floor of the woods being covered in Hepatica, Wood Anemone and Cowslip. Already could I hear the singing of Wagtails and the Long-taled Tit; even through the lively atmosphere of the town. The sun was more generous with its presence and warmth and down at the docks the birds feeding of the water had started to gather around the fishing boats trying to steal some breakfast. Today the sun is modest and the colder and crisp winds whisper about the possibility of spring snow coming from the mountains. Yet the green grass had started to sneak out from under the now random spots of wet snow.

"We should find something for you to do." Aslaug says where we walk the muddy streets of Kattegat; the leather of our shoes splashing the mud onto our legs whenever a foot is put down in front of the other.

"Because you want me to contribute or because you fear I will be bored?" I smile faintly at an older woman greeting us and the calm weather spreads a form of ease within.

"You already contribute." Looking down towards the water I can see a sail falling from behind the rooftops and you could hear the people shouting in communication. Life was all around, yet something deep inside told me it is only a temporarily peace.

"With my dreams?" I look to her, taller and leaner than I; truly putting me in her shadow and I think that not only is she a queen by her acts but also by her looks.

"You are here for a reason Hedda. Spring is crawling at our doorstep and perhaps time for us to understand is soon here." She doesn't look troubled yet her smile is absent. I look down to the mud stuck to my dress and the light reflects in the watery puddles among the brown and wet soil. I have had the dream once more since the day Aslaug had enlighted me what I hadn't known myself but then just barely a moon back it had changed. The fox was constantly by my side, smirking with its white and red snout as I was in the bloody mud on the ground; the pleasure closer than ever. The flying swords was still there and so was the man turning into a wolf. But part from the fox now following me a raven had joined us; it's great black wings enveloping me and behind me in the darkness it throws over me I can feel the awareness of what I have to protect, what I have to sacrifice for and in front of me I feel the awareness of the threat. But I can't see, like the wings of the raven had blinded both my eyes. The queen had been more troubled by this than what she liked to let me know.

"You should go se the seer." She stops and I almost walk past her where I with a silent groan pleadingly look to her wise eyes.

"You know I don't wish for that." I complain like a child and Aslaug raise her chin in authority making me feel even smaller than before. Long had she asked me to go see the seer in hope for answers we could not find ourselves. The interest in finding out who I was had faltered amongst the people during the long months I'd been around but my dreams had only triggered the queens need to know. But I feared; I feared what he might know and therefor tell me. My insides was wrapped in such doubt and trembling terror during the nights I sometimes tried not to fall asleep. Aslaug knew this.

"Fearing is not what we do." She cups my cheek and her smooth thumb runs under my blind eye. Her words are a lullaby about trust and strength yet the already told unknown future in my dreams had me unable to truly enjoy it. "And this is your conribution. You are not given the gift of seeing for your own entertainment. We are not women to walk between towns; telling what we can see for a hot meal or for some coins in our hand." She starts walk again and reluctantly I follow; knowing her words to be true. I don't know how to put myself in that trance that would allow people like us to see and to be told what ordinary humans could not perceive. I only see what the dreams allow me to see. I had not come here to the fox's den for its wisdom for simple coin or prophecies of the weather or the falls harvest.

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With the soft cloak around me I sit outside one of the fishing shacks, the doors closed but the smell of fish strong around us. The wet ground had soaked the leather on my feet but the thought of being closed in by walls made me ignore it and instead lean against the chilly outside of the buildings structure. Ubbe had made me company a while ago where I like an animal curl inside my cloak, trying to enojoy the last light of day where he himself slowly run the grindstone along the sword over his lap. The sound is calming and regular; no surprises and I listen to it dreamily.

"Sometimes I wonder if I have seen something more bautiful than this." I mumble where the sun is setting behind the mountains. The sky is grey yet the shift of light is hypnotizing and the shadows crawling from the mountains, over the forests and down to the fjord in front of us is almost magic.

"Does it matter?" Ubbe asks, the sound of the grindstone against metal stopping and I look to him. The sword is resting across his lap and his arms over the sword and he stare to the scenery I was just commenting.

"Probably not." I sigh, a shiver running through me where a cold gust of wind sweeps past us and for a second the smell of fish falters just to return the same second the wind leaves us. "Yet I sometimes wonder what I may have seen before. What people did I surround myself with, what did I know?" I talk more to myself than Ubbe, yet he grunts before he puts the sword down beside him leaning it against the wooden bench we're situated on.

"My mother is right, you know. You could get some answers if you went see him." Now he looks to me and my face twists into disliking where I pull the cloak tighter around me as if it would protect me from what words is to come. "Perhaps it is important, what your dreams tells you and perhaps you understanding is even more important." He adds and his strong hand squeeze my shoulder. It's supposed to be supporting I know but I only feel annoyed.

"And what if I find out just to realize it is above my power, huh?" I turn my body so I can look at him properly. "What if what my dreams tells me is something I can't handle?" I sound pathetic, scared and desperate and it is all traits I wish to erase from my persona; however it is what I feel and I can't hide it from him. Ubbe have become a great friend, always supporting me and always listening. I don't know if I had any brothers and sisters before but I'm sure that if I had Ubbe is a perfect replacement.

"Do you think any of our God's would hand us more than we can handle? You are given the gift for a reason Hedda and not without knowing you can indeed cope with what is to come." The back of his fingers brush my cheek and for a short second I just wish to fall into his embrace and cry a tear or two; just to have some of my fear pour out of me.

"Then why am I scared? Aslaug told me fear is not what we do and she is right; yet I barely feel anything else." I huff, removing the hood of my cloak so the fresh breeze can cool down my face suddenly getting warm by the thoughts starting to swim in my head like watery porridge.

"You can't be brave without first knowing fear. To face what you do not fear is not to be brave." His hand pats my knee and I grunt; hating how his words make so much more sense than what I think and feel. "I will follow you, if you like. I know that you will find peace if you only look for it." He stands up, his hand extended towards me and I stare at it for a second; his skin slightly grey from the grindstone running over his blade.

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I'm holding my breath when stepping in through the door to the Seer. Knowing Ubbe is behind me isn't much of a support where all I want to do is turn and throw me in his arms, escaping the fear of what I may know. But fear is not what we do, fear is not the solution to anything and I repeat in my head what Ubbe said about being brave. With the hand behind my back I close the door, fearing I will actually run if I looked back. Perhaps I don't need to fear. The Gods truly wouldn't put this on me if they didn't see me fit?

"You come with fear although it is not in your blood and you come with questions although the answers have already been given you." The raspy and old voice speaks even before I pass a wall to see him. The small house smells like dust, old age and dried blood. Everywhere are signs that the man sitting in front of me, hidden inside the black hood have been doing this for only Odin knows how long.

"I'm here because I don't understand them." I gulp, slowly finding a seat in front of the hunched figure and the smell of dusty and moth eaten clothes is all around him. So is the intense vibration of a presence I've only felt in my dreams.

"You come here because that fear is blinding you." He moves slowly as if he would break moving faster and when looking at me I see how the skin of his face is frail like old Birch bark and I start to believe that it could actually break if he wasn't careful. I grimace at his word, looking around. A pile of small bones, stones and antlers. Wood carvings, painted and carved runes. A shiver runs down my back like a cold finger following it from my neck to the low of my back.

"Why don't I remember anything?" I look at him from the corner of my eye, my hands clasped in my lap just as his. A small rumbling noice is heard from his chest where he tilts his head back as if watching the ceiling. But the scars where his eyes had been, can't see.

"You have forgotten-" He face me again and the stinging fear tickle my chest in a way that have me breath faster. "-so that you can focus on your task." The answer is not as bad as I thought, however it makes little sense and I frown.

"And what is my task? Why am I here?" The questions spill from my lips easily and amongst the fear a small curiosity is pecking my brain.

"The child. The child is your task; that is why you were set to this world." He hums for himself and new questions starts swirling inside my head. A child?

"What child?" I lean closer, my brows low over my eyes where I focus on his slow voice, trying to hear the meaning hidden behind every word.

"The child that will ride the waters and settle. The child who will allow the new beginning when the end is upon us." My heart skips a beat and I wince as if he'd struck me. I may not remember much and his words may be riddles but there's not one of my people that would miss the meaning of the last ones. A new fear settles inside and I clench my jaws.

"The child will allow the beginning after.." I swallow, the word so famous yet strange on my tongue. "After Ragnarök?" He hums, swaying a little in his seat before he face the ceiling again. My task is a child that will have it all start again? The realization strikes me that if a child of me would allow that then the end could not be far away. The thought is so staggering I open and close my mouth like a dead fish trying to find the right question. However I decide for a one that shocks even myself a bit.

"Who will give me this child?" My voice is a mere whisper. I know that what he knows is what is already decided yet a slight fear of whoever it may be, not wanting to give me a child is lurking inside my skull. Then; if this child is my purpose I would fail.

"He who sacrificed a part of himself for wisdom just like you did. He who is wise yet strikes fear in your heart and the world will father you this child." He shifts and if possible the thoughts have doubled and is now stinging my mind like a swarm of wasps. I search in my mind for the meaning, I search for a small memory that perhaps could induce a picture of someone like this I know.

"What have I sacrificed and for what wisdom? I am not wiser than the next." I mumble and the Seer sighs, or at least it sounds like it.

"Wisdom is not always knowledge. Wisdom can be the ability to handle and to do what has to be done. Wisdom is what makes a man, a man and a woman, a woman." I just stare at him in disbelief, knowing I will get nothing more out of him and as if confirming that thought he extends his hand, palm facing me and I put mine tendlery under it; his skin cold and dry. But as I am to open my mouth I stop myself, looking up to his face turned away like a King tired of helping the peasant.

"But why, why me?" I breath and for the first time it feels as if he can actually see me; the gone eyes seeing straight through me way past my soul.

"You are chosen by the Allfather, girl. Search within and you will find the spring from where your blood runs. A descendant from God and man shall birth the child that will be sowing the seed of the beginning at the end."

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I stand outside the doors of the great hall, darkness soon eating away the last light lingering and tonight there's no stars or moon to be seen. Candles, a warm hearth and torches is the only source of light. As I suspected small and scattered snowflakes dances in the wind picking up in speed slowly. My mind is wandering like a man lost in the woods and my heart beats so slowly I would not be surprised if it decided to stop any second. All the words are running around inside my head, causing a light pain to spread behind my eyes and even though whatever fear I before held is gone; the emptiness of being so left out and drowning i ignorance is way more painful.

If I search within I find nothing but confusion and frustration and no matter how hard I try to remember anyone who even fit the description of the father of mentioned child ever so slightly, I fail. I remember no one. Perhaps I have not even met him yet. With a sigh I let my head fall back, the hood of my cloak falling off and the cold snow lands on my face, melting and rolls down my jaws and heats up under the collar of my dress. I have yet to tell Aslaug the details. The awaiting food caused us to have no time talking and in a way I was relieved. How will I explain what I don't understand myself? Ubbe had been asking how I was more than once during supper and I had repeatedly told him that I was fine. But I'm not fine.

"Why put this on me without letting me know what to do? How will I be able to serve when I don't know where to start?" I whisper to the sky and I do actually listen; just to recieve the sounds of the queen and her sons inside, Floki and Helga sharing our food as well. I can hear the people still outside and awake but I can't hear anyone coming with something I can use.

"Fool." I mutter to myself and when looking forward again I jump, a squeal spilling from my lips when something beside me catches my eye. On the bench beside me sits the young prince, staring at me as if I was the most strange woman he'd ever seen; the blue in his eyes curious and awake. I guess he could thank all the mead for that.

"What do you want? I don't have time for you mocking me so please drag yourself somewhere else if that's what you wish." I spit out and my aggitated hello have him blink, then feign shock and I roll my eyes.

"Here we dress and feed you, don't you think you owe me?" He snickers and I can feel the anger build inside. He's been at me, constantly trying to find my most sensitive spots and press it as hard as he can ever since he tried to strangle me during my first awake days. I learned pretty fast how to ignore him but it never calmed his fiery need to press at whatever spot he found, constantly looking for something new he could torment me with.

"I owe you nothing you little shit!" I snap, turning to him so when I lean forward my face is the same level as his. "I may owe your mother much but you-" I snarl, my teeth showing like I was a feral wolf and I realize that perhaps he indeed have succeeded pressing hard enough because it's way too tempting trying to strangle him. "-I owe you nothing but the back of my hand again." Perhaps I'm tired and confused but it dawns on me what I just said and Ivar don't look so amused anymore. His own teeth shows where he growls and the blue in his eyes grow dark and I can feel how he grabs my one wrist to yank me closer so that I can feel his cheek press to mine; his warm breath smelling of mead tickling my ear.

"Don't play with me One-eye. You are in no position using your mouth to disrespect me." He hiss and I swallow hard. I hate him, I hate him so much for being the little spoiled brat he is, never leaving me alone. Yet that strange pull is around me like an aura. It has been around since I first saw him; that strange sensation of that I should be right where I was; leaving his side being wrong and like walking towards the edge of a cliff and not back to saftey. But pull or no pull, I will not have him play around and mock me all day. I do my best avoiding him but he seems to be around whenever I want to be alone the most, no matter how hard I try.

"Oh and what am I supposed to do with it then, if not to treat you like you treat me, Boneless?" I smirk, not really knowing why. I pull back just enough so I can see his face; the grin on his lips surprising me and the way his tongue runs along the bottom row of his teeth, having his bottom lip pout; sends a strange warmth through my body.

"And how do I treat you, hm?" He tilts his head to the side, his eyes wandering over me with no shame and my face heats up, causing the cloak to feel too thick, too warm. I try to mentally put myself back into place, but the way his fingers snake around my small wrist and the way the blackness of his eyes glistens.. What is this?

"Like I was dirt." I try to sound strong, unaffected but I'm not entirely sure I succeeded. An airy laugh spills from his lips and I find myself staring at them. What is happening to me?

"And you say that is bad?" He cocks a brow and I frown, trying to yank my hand back but he just pulls me closer again; this time keeping his face in front of mine however. I gulp. "Have you not seen how I crawl around in it all day, woman?" My head spins at his whisper and whatever thought taking form inside my head I do my best suffocating it. I pull back and this time he lets me, looking mighty amused again and I press the hand he held, to my chest.

"I am nothing you can crawl over Ivar. I don't care how much you hate me but it will never matter to me." I hold my head high and for a second something vulnerable flashes past his eyes.

"Who said I hated you?" He calls after me where I walk past him, aiming for the doors. It is too much for just one day and I wish for nothing more than to hide away so I can ponder in peace.

"You did; when you started treating me like your beloved mud!" I call back but I stop dead in my tracks; a realization like a lightning cutting through my skull. My dream. The mud, full of blood and such strange pleasure I never wanted it to stop. My skin crawls when the idea is nesting and I hug myself tightly where I stare to the closed door of the great hall.

"He who sacrificed a part of himself for wisdom just like you did." The Seers words echoes inside. One-eye and Boneless.

"Have you not seen how I crawl around in it all day, woman?" Ivar's words comes back and my heart suddenly pick up the pace and the palms of my hands start to sweat no matter the cold.

No, that could not be. I've heard he can't even satisfy a woman; or at least that is what I've heard. And wisdom, Ivar is the last person I would call wise. Yet he does indeed strike fear in me; a form of fear I didn't know until he inflicted it upon me. No, that can not be.

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the last movie you watched:  Spirit - Stallion of the Cimarron,, i watched it last night and I WAS SO IMMERSED IN IT I SANG ALONG TO EVERY SONG  I KNEW EVERYY LINE AND SOUND AND IT IS SO BAUTIFul, when i grow up dont be surprised if i hang like the whole movie on my walls frame by frame its that beautiful okay

the last song you listened to: Kagamine Len - Lost Destination

the last show you watched: I think it was big bang theory? not sure i just watch shows that play on tv sometimes

the last book you read: Silo by Hugh Howey, i just reread it and i love it eVEN MORE

the last thing you ate: nachos straight out of the bag lol

if you could be anywhere right now, where would you be: probably at some art course? like one of the best? that would be awesome if i could go to a painting class

where would you time travel to: I mean as long as i can come back here, I would probably like to travel to the stone age and see how people lived back then? would probably be interesting? not sure

fictional character you would hang out with for a day: TOOTHLESS

I tag: @ttachibana @sasu-loves-naru @hotmessmuffin @dark-lore-chan @sasunaru-narusasu and anyone else who wants to do this!

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Differences between sculptures

Today I will try to explain the differencias betwwen two iconic sculptures: 1. Fighters of pergamum 2. Cabinet Anthropomorphique

The human body is the main topic of the two sculptures but the way to represent the bosy is completely different. In "Fighters of pergamum" we can see two men fighting, they could be fighting in the olimpic games I'm not sure about that, but the artist of the sculpture want to transmit the beauty and perfection of the human body with a lot of details. this was common in the greek culture, they love the beauty of the human race and they were always looking for perfect proportions in the body, The "Cabinet Anthropomorphic" was inspired in a painting with the same name. In this sculpture we can see a woman's body but in a different style or "reality", the author of the sculpture didn't want to transmit nothing related with the beauty of the body. The beauty of this sculpture are not the technique of the artist to represent physical conditions, the bauty is all about the meaning and the message that the people can undestand. There are very good sculptures but they are completely different.