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mindcrowned · 1 year ago

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ryan. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

BASIC INFO

full name — Ryan Estrada(-Takashi) age — forty-four (january 19th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual former occupation — teacher super power — power mimicry (lowkey rogue-like..ish) hero name — hoshii weapon — dual long scimitars katanas clothing style/ uniform — casual, fitting, nerdy / dark modern-y

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Pedro Pascal hair — brown / eyes — brown height — five foot & eleven inches build — kinda like a T, broad shoulders, muscled torso, slutty waist (it be thin ok), tho he has decently thick thighs, too but not insanely so scars — a few, but the only prominent ones are long strides across the backs of his thighs tattoos — he has a portrait of his (deceased) daughter & husband on his chest, right above his heart piercings — nipple piercings oops special characteristics — he’s broken and angry at the world, which translates into silence & bitterness

PERSONALITY

alignment — true chaotic neutral positive traits — protective, loyal, strong-willed, caring negative traits — bitter, short-tempered, stubborn hobbies — kenjutsu, cooking, avoiding people, spreading bitterness

MEDICAL INFO

mental — ptsd (watched his husband and child die), negative attitude physical — when he was younger, he got his shoulder dislocated and one of his older sisters thought she could pop it back in. she didn't and broke his shoulder. he can't life his right arm as high as the left one still, but only few know phobias — claustrophobia, haphephobia eyesight — wears glasses / contacts dominant hand — left hand drug use — nop alcohol use — occasionally diet — lived as a vegetarian because of his husband, but when he died.. he went back to a normal semi-healthy diet

SEXUAL

kinks — tba anti-kinks — tba sexual preference — bottom switch

BACKGROUND

birthplace — houston, TX (born) parents — (biological parents unknown) / Maria Estrada-Takashi (step-mother) & Asahi Estrada-Takashi (step-father) siblings — 2 older sisters who were also adopted by the Estradas; Amelie & Sorayja Estrada-Takashi education — education degree (to work as a teacher) notable skills — he grew up with a lot of japanese traditions/culture including tea ceremonies, calligraphy and the art of kenjutsu

BIO

(child abuse mention, murder mention, child death mention)

on a cold january morning in a small town not too far from houston, a young policeman named ryan mccormick found a little bundle of linen on the steps on his way to work. due to being a heavy smoker, the young deputy-in-training tended to enter the station through the back door & therefore the little boy wrapped abandoned the night prior was saved from spending more hours in the cold. thankfully. mccormick took the newborn to the hospital as swiftly as the old police car would allow, but thankfully houston had been blessed with somewhat decent temperatures, so the newborn would be okay. they said.

that was the first & last time ryan would ever see his savior, but not the last time he’d be reminded of his existence. the nice employees from the foster care office contacted by social services picked him up after a weekend at the hospital and he was named after his savior. little king. he was thought to take over the world in a quick stride, because as a newborn babe his little smile enchanted everybody who was blessed enough to be present for it.

the first family that contacted adoption services to meet little ryan would take him home with them, but only for a few months. he was brought back with the explanation that something had to be wrong with the child, because he never cried, he never screamed, he never even cooed. clearly, a well-behaved little boy couldn’t be normal, they thought. as a six month old little boy already rejected by one stats-wise perfect couple, his chances for an early adoption decreased rapidly with every passing day, especially because most couples were looking for younger children. babies. ryan, unfortunately, was running out of time only a few months after he was born.

when he passed the twelve-month mark, he was taken over by another foster care office - one that handled children, not newborns. his photo was sent to every couple looking to take care of a child, though unfortunately for him, the only interest was shown by an old couple eager to temporarily give foster care children a loving home. they weren’t looking for long-term responsibilities. a few months outside the sterile rooms of the facility would do him well, they thought.

elise & archibald johnson could be described as the most stereotypical sixty-plus year old farm-owner couple america had to offer. flags decorated not only the front of the house, but the back, too & little ryry would spend the next eight months with them. longer than anticipated by pretty much everybody & maybe they would’ve actually kept him longer, but archibald’s health began to deteriorate suddenly, so they could no longer look after the little boy.

cue, another few months with only sparse human interaction & yet, with a roof over his head & food a regular occurrence, some would say ryan was lucky. he was three years old when the next family decided to give him a chance. lucy & thomas jackson. houston simply has too many children in the social service system to ensure a stable & proper development for each & every single one, so ryan .. wasn’t quite as vocal as he should be, but the jacksons were patient & gentle - if firm in their approach with him, so the little boy soon developed an almost chatty attitude.

until this day, nobody knows why the jacksons returned a four-and-a-half year old toddler, but they did. by then, ryan had reached that age of he’s not longer utterly adorable & actual work, which was the reason he spent another year on the waiting list & at this point in time.. ryan began to understand what happened around him & of course one would wonder why other kids came & went, but not you. although that took another year to develop. almost six years old, ryan was once again sent to live with a family with three other foster kids to learn social etiquette.

not a good year.

ryan was returned with a broken arm, scars covering the backs of his thighs & a black eye. clumsy child. the next couple was somewhat different, because they’d wanted to adopt a child for a long time, but they didn’t qualify before & they didn’t have the funds for a newborn, so a six year old was the best they could do. it was fine with them. in their care, ryan discovered he wasn’t normal. except for being stronger than a child should be, the couple found… well, something else was wrong with the little boy in their care. sometimes when he touched them, not only would he scream & flee, but sometimes they’d feel their energy … drain rapidly. ryan was eight years old when these mishaps messed with the peace in the johnson household. it wasn’t until he was nine that he found the words to speak about what he was experiencing. thankfully, he had yet to meet another superhuman, because touching them would surely have sent the confused little boy into a frenzy unlike anything the johnsons ever experienced. a few months later, ryan was … once again, in his old room at foster care.

how he knew?

he felt it. the issue that caused his return to the facility this time was … not dealt with. he was left alone to fend for himself in a world that knew no mercy for a confused little boy’s struggles. so, besides knowing nobody wanted him, he also had powers to deal with.

school in the foster care system.. was okay. ryan knew most of the kids in class with him, so there was that. he might’ve made friends even, but due to images flooding his mind whenever one of the other boys jumped him to play, he ..retreated. he’d sit in the front of the class knowing only few would dare, he spent breaks in his room & generally stayed away from other kids. of course that was noticed, but he wasn’t hurting anybody, so they left him. once ryan learned to read.. he had only very few reasons to leave his room, ever.

he was eleven when the next foster family took him in. it didn’t go well. back in the residential foster care - a group home for school kids really. a new room, which ryan didn’t like at all. it was shared with three other boys. none of them respected his urge to keep distance between him & them. the worst two years of his life yet. he’d have taken the abusive rednecks from when he was four over this. he was the youngest in the room, definitely the nerdiest - as they called him & when he was prescribed glasses? life, as he knew it, was over for him. the bullying was .. tolerated by the caretakers in the hopes of turning the quiet little boy into a normal, more social child. safe to say it did the opposite.

ryan found safe places at the facility where he could spend as much of his days as possible for the next few years. his powers grew, but not in a good way. he felt himself change whenever the boys grabbed him or pushed him down to play stampede on his back. their thoughts echoing in his own mind, loud & clear like they were telling him of all the cruel things they yearned to unleash upon him, the pictures of …memories that definitely weren’t his still flooding his mind uncontrollably when they did, too. he had no way to control it, no way to escape the daily onslaught.

seriously, worst years of his life.

a few weeks before his fourteen’s birthday, he’d meet the owners of his … well, semi-forever home. he was so grateful to get out of that group home, he cried the entire four hour drive to his new home. well, not quite. he passed out halfway through. the house he woke up was the biggest & most beautiful one he’d ever seen. he had his own room. his own room. he knew this was what people called paradise without ever having seen anyplace else.

this time, though - everything was different. maria & asahi estrada-takashi sat him down & spoke with him, thinking that surely - he was old enough to be treated like an equal, at least ..closely to it. they explained that - so long as he wanted to, this would be his home. they heard of his struggles & unbeknownst to him, had been to visit at the facility where they witnessed enough to know they had to get him out. he wasn’t the only foster child at the estrada-takashi household. he shared it with two older girls who’d soon be his sisters - officially. a year after taking him in, the estrada-takashi’s officially adopted him.

ryan finally found a sense of normalcy. he expected them to send him away once they found out about his powers, but they didn’t. instead, they brought him his very first pair of gloves. he wore long sleeves most of the time anyway, so that pretty much made him as immune to accidentally getting touched as possible, but - even though his sisters teased him mercilessly, they respected him enough to not force anything on him. to get the young teen out of his room & books more, he was sent for hobbies that allowed distancing as much as possible. ryan was sent to learn how to ride & responsibility was taught by him taking care of the horse on three days of the week, too. besides that, he was trained in the art of kenjutsu to strengthen his body & calligraphy to exercise his mind while teaching him patience & that his urge to chase perfection in everything he did wasn’t a bad thing.

turned out he had an unexpected talent with the katana & actually found joy in practicing with it. it was all for fun. ever since he had the stability at home & a loving family to back him, he was doing much better & oftentimes left his room to socialize. after an incident at school, they gave him a somewhat exceptional permission to wear his gloves at all times, even during pe. sure, that didn’t exactly help his image in school, but he’d never been very popular. he’d always been told he wasn’t pretty & even his sisters sometimes teased him about his looks - they didn’t know that’d been a recurring happenstance & he .. never told them, so ryan went to school with only one goal in mind.

survive.

he had exceptional grades & graduated with flying colors, but due to his rather questionable upbringing & a lack of interesting bullet points on his resume, community college was as high as he’d go. which was where he met the potential love of his life. he fell fast & unbelievably hard. lucky for him, it only took a few weeks of hopeless pining for his classmate for him to be noticed. one would think with how quickly their love bloomed, that it would die out in spectacular colors not long after. but it didn’t.

victor lavine was his soulmate, it seemed. even when ryan explained the gloves & his strange powers, their love didn’t diminish - if anything, it burned brighter despite the obstacles ahead. intimacy. touch still being an issue for ryan, they took things slow. very slow. up until the point that there was nothing left to see when ryan & victor’s skin touched. there was one grand rule, though. an ultimatum victor left ryan to think over.

me or your powers.

admittedly, it wasn’t as severe an ultimatum as it sounded, there was no cure for superpowers, but victor - as one of the many people afraid of superhumans, would give true love a chance only if ryan abandoned his powers & the institute. he’d been in contact with them for a few months before he met victor & had been debating giving up his studied to live in a place that was more suited to the likes of him, where he’d learn to control his powers. before he met victor… that sounded pretty good. after, though? not good. the institute had been quite ..convincing. the unwanted child. with a story like his, ryan would surely draw attention to himself & that was what they wanted. attention, positive media, likes. desperate to be seen, to be loved, to be accepted, ryan chose love.

& he wouldn’t regret it for a long time. he became a teacher, as did victor. they managed to get into the same school afterwards. again fueling ryan’s conviction about them being soulmates. life was good. they moved into their own place soon a lot of states over, not the biggest house, but with decent income on both sides, they lived a comfortable life. moving to the big city had a lot of perks, but also ..not. more people meant that occasionally, ryan would run into other people like him, which … he felt before he saw them & it was during a car crash that he discovered he could ..absorb other superhuman’s powers. in a way. he had no idea how it worked at the time, but when a woman pulled him out of the wreck bare-handed .. by his neck, he felt his body freeze against his will & in her memories he could see why.

she was like him, but not quite. he didn’t tell victor about her when he got home that night. instead he experimented with his powers every now & then with the help of their dog. well, victor’s dog. they married a few years later & a few years after that, they saved a child from foster care. violet.

she was three years old at the time & would change their lives forever. she brought a light into their home that neither knew they were missing before. they were the perfect little family & they continued to be for a handful of years. life was sweet & fulfilling & for the longest time ryan thought he was going to grow old with victor by his side, violet would be living her own life one day, but she’d always come visit them, because she loved her fathers & knew what it was like not to have any.

but life as he saw in their future wasn’t meant to come true. not in this life anyway. ryan had been stuck late at school for a teacher-parent evening with a group of very concerned & incredibly chatty parents, so when he came home around eleven pm, he found the door ajar. inside… the sight that awaited him.. would haunt him until the end of his days, surely.

he found his home in shambles, blood spatters scattered, but most prominent was a drawn-out puddle leading into the kitchen, which was where he found his husband in a puddle of his own blood. he’d been beaten & stabbed repeatedly while trying to protect their daughter. ryan found whiskers - their dog, dead in the yard afterwards & violet’s lifeless body was discarded in the living room. victor had tried dragging himself towards her, but ended up stranded in the kitchen.

ryan… had been practicing. very low-key, but he still had a telepath’s powers on quick-dial. he’d been curious to find differences between them, but he never thought that’d be what helped him find out who broke into their home. victor fought. oh, he fought. ryan couldn’t tell if it had been the fear or the dying that caused for an almost violent reaction to his very clumsy tries at getting faces out of his husband’s head.

the ambulance was too late & the cops? they found nothing worth their time. meanwhile ryan… had three faces. as a widower with nothing left to lose, ryan set out to find them, find out why. find justice vengeance. he found them, eventually & he dealt with them...accordingly. he also found out the truth.

it was coincidence.

it wasn’t a planned assassination, it wasn’t someone he upset, it wasn’t someone who might’ve had it out for him. it wasn’t. these guys had seen their pretty little house, their cars & the suits they wore to work & thought they could make a fortune. with victor’s car at the repair shop & ryan’s at the school, they thought their time had come, only to be surprised by a dog & two very much alive humans at home. it was a coincidence that cost ryan everything.

now, he could’ve let that be the spark needed to pull him down the rabbit hole of villainy, could’ve let that be the catalyst to unleash his wrath upon everybody potentially crossing paths with him. but he didn’t. instead, he reconnected with the institute. they had double the story now, because the gruesome murder of a loving husband & daughter had made it to the eight pm news across social media.

broken-hearted & hardened by the sheer violence of life, ryan … returned to the institute - partially in the hopes of getting a second chance, but most of all? he wanted to find purpose again. because without his family .. life felt empty. he was but a shadow of his past self, the teacher cracking the worst dad jokes at the kids in class for a few giggles & to lighten the mood had lost the light in his heart. he’s not the stereotypical hero anymore; he’s short-tempered, eager to punish criminals solve crime, only barely semi-social these days & keeps the world at an arm’s length (including his teammates), he’s quiet & definitely not going to be a shining beacon of attention on social media on his own accord, but they knew his story would sell well regardless & paint Paragon Incorporation in a bright-as-fuck light.

the good samaritan & the mourning husband+father. a love story written in the stars, surely the world would agree?

#intro post.#*rolls out* not me having to force myself to stop #or else the bio would've gone on for dAYS

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slinginginkcalligraphy · 1 year ago

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Fragrance Bottle Engraving - Houston

Engraving fragrance bottles onsite around Houston was not something that I initially embraced over a decade ago. As an introvert, it was not an activity that I saw myself doing. Frankly, I was still developing my skills (and confidence) with engraving and having that out in the open for all to see was intimidating to say the least. The first time that I engraved for a fragrance company was actually not planned. I referred the event to another engraver and they cancelled at the last minute so I was asked to engrave in their place. That was the start of my fragrance engraving career in Houston. True story….

However, what I learned, and what I tell new engraving and calligraphy students, is that confidence comes with time and exposure. I also learned to not take everything so seriously. There are no glass engraving police. They don’t exist. Well yes, you may be engraving a $5,000 bottle of Louis XIII cognac (I’ve engraved quite a few of these over the years) or a $4,000 bottle of Screaming Eagle wine (last Sunday) that you weren’t expecting. But, glass is glass…for the most part. And actually the expensive glass is easier to engrave :). Just whatever you do, do not think “Don’t mess up.” Just do what you always do and keep it moving. It’s just glass.

Cheers!

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houstonautoweb · 2 years ago

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Hyundai Palisade 2023 Closer Look- Hyundai Palisade Houston

This roomy three-row SUV has a smooth journey thanks to the Hyundai Palisade. The luxurious base trim of the Palisade offers a wealth of comfort and convenience features, while the top-tier Calligraphy edition provides first-rate amenities comparable to those found in luxury brands. The Palisade is a fun, secure SUV thanks to a strong motor under the hood and the most recent technology. There's a good reason why the Palisade was named the Best Family Car by Kelley Blue Book three years in a row.

Hyundai Palisade Update for 2023

For the 2023 model year, a redesign of the biggest Hyundai SUV was completed. Numerous wheel designs are among the exterior modifications, and the body has a chiseled appearance that emphasizes its toughness. A 12-inch infotainment touchscreen with a better resolution than prior models is available inside the cabin. All of your infotainment and audio controls have also been put in an intuitive location on the newly redesigned steering wheel. A heated third row, a driver's seat with a massage feature, and a Wi-Fi hotspot are additional new internal features.

For 2023, Hyundai unveiled a brand-new XRT grade level. The XRT's 20-inch rims and all-season tyres give it a tough, off-road exterior. A motorized sunroof and blacked-out trim are additional design elements.

Performance of the Hyundai Palisade 2023

Hyundai employs an eight-speed SHIFTRONIC electronically controlled automatic gearbox with a 3.8-liter V-6 engine with continuously variable valve timing and gasoline direct injection technology. Thus, this engine produces 262 lb-ft of torque and 291 horsepower. Additionally, if you have the pull Package installed, you can pull up to 5,000 pounds.

The cutting-edge powertrain of the Hyundai provides an idle stop-and-go system that turns the engine off when stationary to save money. Then, a quick tap on the accelerator has you going once more. Additionally, electricity on demand and smooth shifting are provided by shift-by-wire technology.

Every trim includes a competent front-wheel drive system as standard equipment. Hyundai's HTRAC all-wheel-drive (AWD) technology is available for users who want more power. When you choose to leave the pavement behind or travel on slick roads, this cutting-edge technology gives you more traction and control. You also get a variety of drive settings to adjust your suspension, throttle, and steering to the circumstances. Additionally, the Trailer Sway Control system and a Tow setting that optimize your Palisade for the task are included when you add AWD.

Exterior of a 2023 Hyundai Palisade

You can select the Palisade model that most closely matches your taste from five trim options. While the higher trims come standard with 20-inch trim-specific wheels, the lower trims ride on a variety of 18-inch alloy wheels. On every model, LED headlights and taillights are standard. The grilles on each model come in a variety of colors, including Black with Chrome Coating, the XRT-only Dark Finish, and the Premium with Satin Chrome Coating on the Calligraphy. You also get heated exterior mirrors. Rugged skid plates are a standard feature on all Palisades and appear in a number of trim-specific colors.

Loading up at the big box store is simple thanks to a hands-free clever liftgate with programmable height adjustment that opens by waving your foot beneath the rear bumper while holding the key fob in your pocket. Push-button start allows you to initiate your Palisade and keyless entry lets you enter the cabin.

Interior of a 2023 Hyundai Palisade

The affordably priced SE trim has a six-way manually adjustable driver's bench and cloth upholstery. In the SEL and XRT models, Hyundai employs the tough and gorgeous H-Tex synthetic material, and you get upgraded eight-way power-adjustable driver's seats and heated front seats. The XRT also has Black H-Tex that is unique to certain trims. When you upgrade to the Limited trim, you'll discover additional luxurious luxury features like heated third-row seats and leather-trimmed seats with ventilation and heating in the first two rows. The Calligraphy option upgrades the Limited trim's leather-wrapped steering wheel, which already has heating capabilities.

Except for the SE, all models come standard with second-row captain's seats. Your seating capacity is reduced to seven persons by the captain's chairs, but you enjoy comfort. For added relaxation, the third row power-folds and reclines.

The 12.3-inch display controls the entire in-car technology system. Hyundai pre-installed Apple CarPlay, Android Auto, and Bluetooth systems for your comfort. You can sync your smartphone with these systems to access your favorite apps, get directions, stream your favorite audio, make calls, send texts, and do a lot more. Additionally, using natural speech commands and dynamic voice recognition, you can perform all of these tasks without using your hands.

The Driver Talk in-cabin communication device is among the more kid-friendly technological advancements. Through the audio speakers, the driver can talk to the passengers in the backseat using "Driver Talk." Additionally, you can activate the Rear Seat Quiet Mode and switch off the rear speakers when you want your passengers in the back to enjoy some peace and quiet.

A Wi-Fi hotspot is a standard feature that can join numerous devices at once. In the first and second seats of SEL and higher trims, there is a wireless charging pad as well as numerous USB ports. The top-tier Calligraphy upgrades your technology suite with third-row USB ports and a head-up monitor. Critical driving information is projected onto the windscreen in front of you by the head-up display, which keeps you updated while encouraging you to keep your eyes on the road.

Driver-Assist Systems in 2023

Every Palisade is equipped with SmartSense, a collection of driver-assistance features from Hyundai that will make your journey around texas more enjoyable and secure. Active safety systems like rear cross-traffic accident avoidance assistance and blind-spot collision warning are part of the suite. These two systems act as eyes where you would normally be blind, warning you of potential dangers and, if necessary, providing emergency brake support.

Additionally, you receive the forward collision-avoidance assist, which looks for potential obstructions in the forward direction. This system detects vehicles, people on foot, and cyclists, warning you of their proximity and assisting you with applying the brakes if you don't heed the warnings. You can also remain in marked lanes with the aid of systems like lane-following assist and lane-keeping assist.

Driving a 2023 Hyundai Palisade Right Now

We welcome you to browse our inventory online if you're ready to upgrade your commute around texas with an SUV packed with features the whole family will enjoy. Feel free to stop by our Hyundai store if you want a more intimate experience. One of our knowledgeable employees will walk you through the best features and let you test drive your top choice.

#Hyundai Palisade Houston #Hyundai Palisade

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clinewrap · 2 years ago

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New Vinyl Lettering Trends expected to arrive in 2023

Several novel tendencies in vinyl design will likely appear between now and 2023. Some of these tendencies are continuations of already established styles, while others represent bold new directions. One thing is sure: graphic designers always look for novel methods to convey their ideas. This article looks at some of the most discussed and anticipated developments, from vinyl lettering to texture, coming in 2023.

Textural and Aural Patterns

Patterns and textures taken from nature will remain popular in vinyl wrap design till 2023. Natural designs like wood grain and stone are scorching right now. This pattern will persist as long as designers strive for a more organic, earthy aesthetic.

Designers are increasingly turning to organic shapes and forms to achieve a more natural and organic look and feel.

Bubble Design and Type

Bubble design is a novel style that is expected to explode in 2023. This design style emphasizes rounded, bubbly forms and fonts to create a lighthearted and carefree atmosphere. A company that aims to appeal to a younger demographic may use bubble type, which has a casual, informal feel. Using bubble type, you may give a design a dynamic and energetic feel.

Expressive Lettering

Artistic writing and organic typefaces will also be prominent in 2023. The goal of this style is to make text appear effortless and natural, almost as if it was written by hand or done in calligraphy. This type of typography is great for firms who want to come off as friendly and approachable since it lends a lot of character to a design. The use of hand vinyl lettering designs in 2023 will be widespread since they allow you to give your work a more personal feel.

Texture, Grain, and Noise

With grain, noise, and texture usage in graphic design, we are beginning to see trends in 2023. This design style is all about bringing depth and dimension to a design. Grain and noise textures can give a design an old-fashioned or antiquated vibe while keeping it current. The surface provides a design with a tactile element, making it more fascinating and engaging. This trend is ideal for firms looking to project a more upscale and opulent image.

Ending Up!

If you are well versed with the latest trends in Vinyl lettering in Houston, get ahead to start for the best outcomes.

The blog “ New Vinyl Lettering Trends expected to arrive in 2023” originally post Here.

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cadeswet · 3 years ago

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panicinthestudio · 5 years ago

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Ancient Ivory Pyxis, March 25, 2020

This ancient pyxis is one of 200 objects featured in the traveling exhibition "Glory of Spain: Treasures from the Hispanic Society Museum & Library."

The exquisite, lidded container is sculpted out of ivory and dated to the mid-10th century during the reign of the Umayyad dynasty in Spain. Aimée Froom, MFAH curator of Art of the Islamic worlds, delves into the meaning of this pyxis, which helps chronicle the emergence of Islam in the egion and showcases the diverse art and culture of Spain.

The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston

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customcalligraphy-blog · 5 years ago

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Calligraphy & Engraving Services

Slinging Ink offers calligraphy & engraving services to local businesses in Houston, Texas. Whether it is metal, glass, or paper, Slinging Ink can provide you the customized product you are looking for.

#bottle engraving #Houston Calligrapher #custom calligraphy

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christankyleg · 6 years ago

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anything you want done baby, i’ll do it naturally

Art by @christankyleg

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pendancestudio · 6 years ago

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I had lots of engraving projects this week! Ice bucket with large monogram, toasting flutes for the bridal party, a thank- you wine bottle, and a dozen bottles with Happy 1st Anniversary and Happy 5th Anniversary. . . . . #engraving #calligraphy #calligrapher #handlettered #cursive #houston #engraver #glassengraving #flourishes #winebottles #toasting #toastingglasses #bridalpartygifts (at Memorial, Houston)

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kayocash · 4 years ago

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“Where focus goes, energy flows.” 👁 via @eternal.knowledge (@kayocash) ••• •• • The lower your vibration the more you’ll feel problems in life. Always stay ahead of curve by focusing on the endgame, having tunnel vision, or keeping your eye on the prize. Regardless if beings accept you or not, your higher self is the only one you should appease because it will lead you to your true destiny. 🦋 • •• ••• (ignore tags) #kayocash #ascension #calligraphy #explore #explorepage #viral #chicago #houston #atlanta #miami #london #tokyo #hongkong #spain #losangeles #oakland #batonrouge #stayhome #energy #manifest #manifesting #chakras #sun #sky #moon #1111 #1111portal #portal #magic #wizard (at The Universe) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHisV4IgH2j/?igshid=hwfukz6key69

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baybayin · 7 years ago

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Bakla in #baybayin #prephilippine #calligraphy #art. On 10/14, I'll be in #Houston for "A night of Storytelling" #bakla #filipino #philippines (at San Francisco Public Library)

#philippines #houston #art #bakla #calligraphy #prephilippine #filipino #baybayin

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calli-grafiko · 7 years ago

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#Houston #brush calligraphy #calligraphy #typography #lettering #hurricane harvey #brushpen

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slinginginkcalligraphy · 5 years ago

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Learn Calligraphy & Penmanship / Handwriting - Calligraphy Course for Beginners & Intermediate Lettering Artists

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It is with immense pleasure that I am launching the Spencerian Penmanship Calligraphy Course for Ornate Capital Letters. This course was designed for beginners and intermediate lettering artists alike. Granted, intermediate artists that have achieved a comfort level with the beginner course will accelerate with ease, however I have kept the beginner hand lettering artist in mind. One aspect that will assist all artists with this course is that essentially each letter has its own individual video. Within that video, each letter in this calligraphy art form is broken down stroke by stroke with specific frames frozen for deeper explanation. After that, each letter is demonstrated in a fluid fashion.

Videos have also been included for the lowercase calligraphy (just in case you missed it) along with videos explaining guidesheets, my favorite inks and other materials. All in all there are 3 hours on video included in ornate capital letter calligraphy course. In my opinion, the best aspect is that this is completely online. With that said, you have the advantage of viewing the calligraphy videos at your leisure and at your pace. You can stop, rewind and fast-forward along with have unlimited and indefinite access to your calligraphy class.

There is also the option to FaceTime or Skype with me if you would prefer individual mentorship.

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 4 years ago

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Pierre Teillard de Chardin

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I'll never forget this story told by Jean Houston at a conference I attended as an MIU student. Very beautiful and moving, worth a read, especially if you're familiar with Teilhard de Chardin and his writings that got him in trouble with the church because he was way too cosmic for them.

"Mr. Tayer," by Jean Houston

When I was about fourteen I was seized by enormous waves of grief over my parents’ breakup. I had read somewhere that running would help dispel anguish, so I began to run to school every day down Park Avenue in New York City. I was a great big overgrown girl (5 feet eleven by the age of eleven) and one day I ran into a rather frail old gentleman in his seventies and knocked the wind out of him. He laughed as I helped him to his feet and asked me in French- accented speech, “Are you planning to run like that for the rest of your life?”

“Yes, sir" I replied. “It looks that way."

“Well, Bon Voyage!” he said.

“Bon Voyage!” I answered and sped on my way.

About a week later I was walking down Park Avenue with my fox terrier, Champ, and again I met the old gentleman.

“Ah." he greeted me, “my friend the runner, and with a fox terrier. I knew one like that years ago in France. Where are you going?"

“Well, sir." I replied, “I’m taking Champ to Central Park."

“I will go with you." he informed me. “I will take my constitutional."

And thereafter, for about a year or so, the old gentleman and I would meet and walk together often several times a week in Central Park. He had a long French name but asked me to call him by the first part of it, which was “Mr. Tayer" as far as I could make out.

The walks were magical and full of delight. Not only did Mr. Tayer seem to have absolutely no self-consciousness, but he was always being seized by wonder and astonishment over the simplest things. He was constantly and literally falling into love. I remember one time when he suddenly fell on his knees, his long Gallic nose raking the ground, and exclaimed to me, “Jeanne, look at the caterpillar. Ahhhh!” I joined him on the ground to see what had evoked so profound a response that he was seized by the essence of caterpillar. “How beautiful it is", he remarked, “this little green being with its wonderful funny little feet. Exquisite! Little furry body, little green feet on the road to metamorphosis." He then regarded me with equal delight. “Jeanne, can you feel yourself to be a caterpillar?”

“Oh yes." I replied with the baleful knowing of a gangly, pimply faced teenager.

“Then think of your own metamorphosis." he suggested. “What will you be when you become a butterfly, une papillon, eh? What is the butterfly of Jeanne?” (What a great question for a fourteen-year-old girl!) His long, gothic, comic-tragic face would nod with wonder. “Eh, Jeanne, look at the clouds! God’s calligraphy in the sky! All that transforming. moving, changing, dissolving, becoming. Jeanne, become a cloud and become all the forms that ever were."

Or there was the time that Mr. Tayer and I leaned into the strong wind that suddenly whipped through Central Park, and he told me, “Jeanne, sniff the wind." I joined him in taking great snorts of wind. “The same wind may once have been sniffed by Jesus Christ (sniff). by Alexander the Great (sniff), by Napoleon (sniff), by Voltaire (sniff), by Marie Antoinette (sniff)!” (There seemed to be a lot of French people in that wind.) “Now sniff this next gust of wind in very deeply for it contains.. . Jeanne d’Arc! Sniff the wind once sniffed by Jeanne dArc. Be filled with the winds of history."

It was wonderful. People of all ages followed us around, laughing—not at us but with us. Old Mr. Tayer was truly diaphanous to every moment and being with him was like being in attendance at God’s own party, a continuous celebration of life and its mysteries. But mostly Mr. Tayer was so full of vital sap and juice that he seemed to flow with everything. Always he saw the interconnections between things—the way that everything in the universe, from fox terriers to tree bark to somebody’s red hat to the mind of God, was related to everything else and was very, very good.

He wasn’t merely a great appreciator, engaged by all his senses. He was truly penetrated by the reality that was yearning for him as much as he was yearning for it. He talked to the trees, to the wind, to the rocks as dear friends, as beloved even. ‘Ah, my friend, the mica schist layer, do you remember when...?” And I would swear that the mica schist would begin to glitter back. I mean, mica schist will do that, but on a cloudy day?! Everything was treated as personal, as sentient, as “thou." And everything that was thou was ensouled with being. and it thou-ed back to him. So when I walked with him, I felt as though a spotlight was following us, bringing radiance and light everywhere. And I was constantly seized by astonishment in the presence of this infinitely beautiful man, who radiated such sweetness, such kindness.

I remember one occasion when he was quietly watching a very old woman watching a young boy play a game. “Madame", he suddenly addressed her. She looked up, surprised that a stranger in Central Park would speak to her. “Madame,” he repeated, “why are you so fascinated by what that little boy is doing?” The old woman was startled by the question, but the kindly face of Mr. Tayer seemed to allay her fears and evoke her memories. “Well, sir,” she replied in an ancient but pensive voice, “the game that boy is playing is like one I played in this park around 1880, only it’s a mite different." We noticed that the boy was listening, so Mr. Tayer promptly included him in the conversation. “Young fellow, would you like to learn the game as it was played so many years ago?”

“Well. . .yeah. sure, why not?” the boy replied. And soon the young boy and the old woman were making friends and sharing old and new variations on the game—as unlikely an incident to occur in Central Park as could be imagined.

But perhaps the most extraordinary thing about Mr. Tayer was the way that he would suddenly look at you. He looked at you with wonder and astonishment joined to unconditional love joined to a whimsical regarding of you as the cluttered house that hides the holy one. I felt myself primed to the depths by such seeing. I felt evolutionary forces wake up in me by such seeing, every cell and thought and potential palpably changed. I was yeasted, greened, awakened by such seeing, and the defeats and denigrations of adolescence redeemed. I would go home and tell my mother, who was a little skeptical about my walking with an old man in the park so often, “Mother, I was with my old man again, and when I am with him, I leave my littleness behind." That deeply moved her. You could not be stuck in littleness and be in the radiant field of Mr. Tayer.

The last time that I ever saw him was the Thursday before Easter Sunday, 1955. I brought him the shell of a snail. “Ah. Escargot." he exclaimed and then proceeded to wax ecstatic for the better part of an hour. Snail shells, and galaxies, and the convolutions in the brain, the whorl of flowers and the meanderings of rivers were taken up into a great hymn to the spiralling evolution of spirit and matter. When he had finished, his voice dropped, and he whispered almost in prayer, “Omega ...omega. . .omega.." Finally he looked up and said to me quietly, "Au revoir, Jeanne”.

“Au revoir, Mr. Tayer,” I replied, “I’ll meet you at the same time next Tuesday."

For some reason. Champ, my fox terrier didn’t want to budge, and when I pulled him along, he whimpered, looking back at Mr.Tayer, his tail between his legs. The following Tuesday I was there waiting where we always met at the corner of Park Avenue and 83rd Street. He didn’t come. The following Thursday I waited again. Still he didn’t come. The dog looked up at me sadly. For the next eight weeks I continued to wait, but he never came again. It turned out that he had suddenly died that Easter Sunday but I didn’t find that out for years.

Some years later, someone handed me a book without a cover which was titled The Phenomenon of Man. As I read the book I found it strangely familiar in its concepts. Occasional words and expressions loomed up as echoes from my past. When, later in the book, I came across the concept of the “Omega point." I was certain. I asked to see the jacket of the book, looked at the author’s picture, and, of course, recognized him immediately. There was no forgetting or mistaking that face. Mr. Tayer was Teilhard de Chardin, the great priest-scientist, poet and mystic, and during that lovely and luminous year I had been meeting him out side the Jesuit rectory of St. Ignatius where he was living most of the time.

I have often wondered if it was my simplicity and innocence that allowed the fullness of Teilhard’s being to be revealed. To me he was never the great priest-paleontologist Pere Teilhard. He was old Mr. Tayer. Why did he always come and walk with me every Tuesday and Thursday, even though I’m sure he had better things to do? Was it that in seeing me so completely, he himself could be completely seen at a time when his writings, his work, were proscribed by the Church, when he was not permitted to teach, or even to talk about his ideas? As I later found out, he was undergoing at that time the most excruciating agony that there is—the agony of utter disempowerment and psychological crucifixion. And yet to me he was always so present—whimsical, engaging, empowering. How could that be?

I think it was because Teilhard had what few Church officials did—the power and grace of the Love that passes all understanding. He could write about love being the evolutionary force, the Omega point, that lures the world and ourselves into becoming, because he experienced that love in a piece of rock, in the wag of a dog’s tail, in the eyes of a child. He was so in love with everything that he talked in great particularity, even to me as an adolescent, about the desire atoms have for each other, the yearning of molecules, of organisms, of bodies, of planets, of galaxies, all of creation longing for that radiant bonding, for joining, for the deepening of their condition, for becoming more by virtue of yearning for and finding the other. He knew about the search for the Beloved. His model was Christ. For Teilhard de Chardin, Christ was the Beloved of the soul.

Years later, while addressing some Jesuits, a very old Jesuit came up to me. He was a friend of Teilhard’s—and he told me how Teilhard used to talk of his encounters in the Park with a girl called Jeanne.

Jean Houston

Pomona, New York

March, 1988

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