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AUGUST 27 ZODIAC

Horoscope and character for those brought into the world on July 27 Dynamic, useful: They never stop moving and are always working on something useful for themselves or others. They are businesspeople who know exactly what works for them and what doesn't. Incredible energy, solid will and connection are regular attributes of individuals conceived today. They are empathetic, innately noble, and willing to exhibit their best selves to others. They want everyone to like and treat them well. They are curious about religious practice. They are great to watch, but they take a while to reach their own conclusions. Your mind is patient, cautious, foresightful, and logical, and it can put in a lot of effort to make your goals and dreams a reality. Additionally, they exhibit a great deal of self-control, adaptability, vigilance, and diplomacy. They don't surrender to outrage effectively, yet when it appears, they can be truly irksome. Stable in their connections: These people are loyal friends and steadfast foes. Prudent, sage, and savvy: They make a career out of dealing with other people. His life frequently intersects with the lives of great people. You will be successful in life if you are patient and persistent. Nonetheless, they won't forestall excruciating encounters at home. Sicknesses in which they could be in peril incorporate heart and kidney diseases, and febrile ailments. Your body is strong and you can live a long life, but you should avoid depression because it hurts your health. How should a child born on this day be raised? with extreme caution because of their unusually subtle and empathetic nature, which constantly inspires them to emotional imitate others. They need to be taught to control their sensual impulses, excessive arrogance, and sense of greatness more than anything else.

AUGUST 27 ZODIAC

Zodiac sign for July 27th birthdays If your birthday falls on July 27, your zodiac sign is Leo. July 27 - personality and character: profession that is unpretentious, serene, conscientious, exuberant, and inquisitive: musician, agronomist, tailor tones: cream, brown, and pink stone: onyx animal: bison plant: Lucky Wisteria numbers are: Super lucky numbers 7, 11, 13, 30, 40, and 46: 5 Occasions and Observances - July 27 Whistle Day Finland: Philippines: Sleeper Day North Korea's Church ni Cristo Day: Triumph Day, commend the finish of the Korean Conflict Puerto Rico: The Celebrity Birthday of Jos Celso Barbosa is July 27. Who was born on your birthday? 1900: Charles Vidor, Hungarian-conceived American movie producer (d. 1959). 1904: British ballet dancer and choreographer Anton Dolin died in 1983. 1909: Sergio Fernდ¡ndez Larraდn, Chilean legislator (d. 1983). 1910: French author Julien Gracq passed away in 2007. 1915: Mario del Monaco, Italian tenor (f. 1982). 1916: Spanish jurist ngel Escudero del Corral (born in 2001). 1919: Gog3 Andreu, an Argentine musician and actor who died in 2012 1919: Jack Goody, an Africanist and social anthropologist from Britain (died in 2015). 1919: Minister Serrador, Argentine entertainer got comfortable Spain (d. 2006). 1925: Lita de Lდ¡zzari, Argentine TV have (d. 2015). 1926: Television presenter and actress Nelly Prince hails from Argentina. 1927: Colombian television host Gloria Valencia de Castano passed away in 2011. 1927: Berta Riaza, an actress from Spain. 1936: Spanish troubadour Miguel Garca Candiota (born in 2007). 1936: Josep Termes, Spanish student of history (d. 2011). 1938: Gary Gygax, American author and game fashioner. 1939: Peppino di Capri, Italian artist and writer. 1940: German choreographer Pina Bausch, who died in 2009, 1942: Dennis Ralston, American tennis player. 1944: Franco Mescolini, Italian entertainer (d. 2017). 1946: American actress Gwynne Gilford 1948: Betty Thomas, American entertainer and producer. 1949: Argentine actress and screenwriter Liliana Benard. 1949: Canadian actor Maury Chaykin passed away in 2010. 1951: Bernardo Atxaga, Spanish author. 1951: Eduardo Gდ³mez, Spanish entertainer. 1952: Uruguayan essayist, poet, and literary critic Eduardo Milan. 1954: Philippe Allot, a French driver in Formula One. 1957: Matt Osborne, American expert grappler (d. 2013). 1960: Mდ³nica Guido, Argentine entertainer. 1960: Mexican comedian and actor Ricardo Hill. 1962: Tony Leung, Chinese entertainer. 1963: Chinese actor and martial artist Donnie Yen 1964: Rex Brown, American bassist, of the band Pantera. 1965: Soccer player from Paraguay named Jos Luis Chilavert 1966: Bruno Carabetta, French judoka. 1966: Artan Peqini, Albanian stone carver. 1967: American actor Sasha Mitchell 1968: The Italian actress Maria Grazia Cucinotta. 1968: Australian actor Julian McMahon 1968: Ricardo Rosset, Brazilian Recipe 1 driver. 1969: Professional wrestler from the United States, Paul Levesque (Triple H). 1972: Takako Fuji, Japanese entertainer. 1972: Malaysian cosmonaut Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor, 1972: Maya Rudolph, an American comedian, singer, and actress. 1973: American drummer for the band Deftones, Abe Cunningham. 1975: Fred Mascherino, American artist of the band Reclaiming Sunday. 1975: Dominican baseball player Alex Rodriguez. 1976: American actor Seamus Dever (1977): Mexican model and actress Mariana Ros (Mexican). 1977: Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, Irish entertainer. 1979: American professional wrestler named Shannon Moore 1980: American professional wrestler Nick Nemeth, also known as "Dolph Ziggler." 1980: Johnny Woodly, Costa Rican soccer player. 1982: Allan Davis, Australian cyclist. 1982: Neil Harbisson, Spanish-English craftsman. 1982: Footballer Daniel Luduena from Argentina. 1983: Albanian footballer Lorik Cana 1984: American baseball player Max Scherzer. 1985: Lou Taylor Pucci, American entertainer. 1987: Slovak footballer Marek Hamk 1987: Willy Martin, an actor from Venezuela. 1990: Cheyenne Kimball, American artist. 1990: Actress from Australia named Indiana Evans 1993: Jordan Spieth, American golf player. 1998: Canadian dancer, singer, and actor Myles Erlick.

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cilovesyou · 6 years ago

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IG : davisebastian

#ballerino #ballet #ballet dancer #balletboy #dancer #guy dancers #dancing #shadows #lines #dance #chilean dancer #chilean

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lgbhistory · 4 years ago

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Claudio Bravo

Claudio Nelson Bravo Camus was a Chilean hyperrealist painter born in 1936, in Valparaíso, Chile.

His father was a successful businessman who also owned a ranch, and his mother was a housewife. Claudio was one of the seven children in their family.

In 1945, he left the family ranch to join the Colegio San Ignacio in Santiago, Chile, where he excelled in choir, literature and music. In order to raise his grades in math, physics or chemistry, he would give his teacher a portrait. The prefect, Father Dussuel, noticed his self-taught artistic ability and paid for him to study art in the studio of Miguel Venegas Cifuentes in Santiago.

Eventually, Bravo's father granted him permission to take the classes and took over the responsibility of paying for them.

Bravo also studied under Venegas and it was the only formal training he received. Venegas inspired Bravo to develop his hyperrealist style.

He had his first exhibition at the age of 17. The exhibit received good reviews and was considered a great success. All the works were sold, although they went to family and friends.

In 1955, he danced professionally with the Compañía de Ballet de Chile and worked for Teatro de Ensayo of the Universidad Católica de Chile.

Bravo established himself in Madrid in the 1960s as a society portraitist, gaining recognition for his astounding ability to create verisimilitude.

His interest in Renaissance and Baroque works came from his many visits to the Museo del Prado in Madrid where he admired paintings done by old Spanish and Italian masters.

In 1968, Bravo received an invitation from President Marcos of the Philippines to come and paint him and his wife,as well as members of the high society.

In 1969, Bravo met Melvin Blake and Frank Purnell who were in Spain collecting art and they encouraged him to move to the United States and helped him get connected to the art scene. In 1970, Bravo had his first exhibition at the Staempfli Gallery in New York, receiving rave reviews from renowned New York Times art critic John Canaday.

Bravo's relationship with the New York art scene stayed strong, but he began to feel the gray cement and urban setting affecting his work. Bravo decided to spend some time in Morocco. The fact that it was a completely different place in almost every aspect of life was intriguing to him.

He hadn't intended on staying in Morocco, but it was there that he found the colors and light he had been searching for.

Many sources stay silent about it, but Bravo was a homosexual. It is clear even just by looking at his works - multiple paintings of young athletic men, especially dancers and soccer players. Bravo stayed celibate for the past two decades of his life, as he said in one interview :“That (romantic love) was very complicated for me...I’m too passionate and jealous. I decided that my paintings and my animals were my best sources of love. I don’t think I’ve had anyone in my bed since I was 50. I got tired of it.”

Bravo died at his home in Morocco, on June 4, 2011, of two heart attacks.

#lgbhistory #lgbgay #lgbamerica #lgbchile #lgbsouthamerica

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dear-indies · 4 years ago

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Hi fellow nerd, could you pretty please help me find a fc that could work as an assassin and a ballet dancer. I've got no specifics in mind (gender identity or ethnicity) . Thank you.

Ming-Na Wen (1963) Chinese.

Keanu Reeves (1964) Native Hawaiian, Portuguese, English, Scottish, at least 1/16th Chinese, remote Dutch / English.

Jin Xing (1967) Chinese - trans woman - is a ballerina!

Jaime Murray (1976)

Ivory Aquino (1977/1978) Filipino - trans woman.

Daniel Henney (1979) Korean / Irish, English..

Maggie Q (1979) Vietnamese / Irish, Polish, French.

Kikuchi Rinko (1981) Japanese.

Summer Glau (1981) - before Firefly she was a ballet student (who also studied tango and flamenco) random fact of the day!

Dichen Lachman (1982) Tibetan / German.

Nicky Endres (1982) Korean - they/them she/her - non-binary transfeminine, genderqueer, and genderfluid.

Mahesh Jadu (1982) Indo-Mauritian [Bihari, Gorakhpuri and Kashmiri]

Steven Yeun (1983) Korean.

Iko Uwais (1983) Betawi Indonesian.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified- non-binary - they/them.

Emily Beecham (1984)

Nathalie Kelley (1985) Argentinian, Peruvian [Quechua, possibly other].

Hale Appleman (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, English - queer.

Penn Badgley (1986)

Nong Poy (1986) Thai - trans woman.

Sonoya Mizuno (1986) Japanese / English, Argentinian.

Lewis Tan (1987) Chinese / Irish, possibly English.

Arifin Putra (1987) Indonesian [Chinese] / German.

Sen Mitsuji (1987) Japanese / Unspecified Australian.

Jason Greene / Freckle (1988) Unspecified Native Mexican American, Unspecified other - genderfluid.

Robert Sheehan (1988)

Amiyah Scott (1988) African-American - trans woman.

Nico Tortorella (1988) non-binary, polyamorous and queer - they/them.

David Castañeda (1989) Mexican.

Daniela Vega (1989) Chilean - trans woman.

Rob Raco (1989)

Q'orianka Kilcher (1990) Peruvian [Quechua, Huachipaeri] / Swiss-German, Swiss-French.

Regé-Jean Page (1990) Zimbabwean / British.

Ellyn Jade (1990) Ojibwe and Jamaican of Afro Jamaican, Taino, and British two-spirit (she/her) and not straight but otherwise unspecified, and has Nephrotic Syndrome and Celiac’s Disease.

Jade Hassouné (1991) Lebanese - queer.

Jayr Tinaco (1991) Filipino - non-binary (he/him they/them).

Miki Ishikawa (1991) Japanese.

Karen Fukuhara (1992) Japanese.

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - trans woman.

Medalion Rahimi (1992) Iranian, Mizrahi Jewish.

Çağla Demir (1992) Turkish.

Omari Douglas (1994) Black British - queer.

Frankie Adams (1994) Samoan.

Song Kang (1995) Korean - ballet dancer in Navillera!

Lulu Antariksa (1995) Indonesian / German.

Ryan Potter (1995) Japanese / Ashkenazi Jewish, Swedish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish.

Miguel Herrán (1996)

Aria Shahghasemi (1996) Iranian.

Tati Gabrielle (1996) Korean / African-American.

Chelsea Zhang (1996) Chinese.

Tom Holland (1996) - played Billy Elliot on the West End fun fact of the day #2!

Blu del Barrio (1997) Argentinian - non-binary (they/them).

Nicole Maines (1997) - trans woman.

Manon Bresch (1998) Cameroonian.

Hunter Schafer (1999) - non-binary (she/they).

Okada Kenshi (1999) Japanese.

Sivan Alyra Rose (1999) Chiricahua Apache, Afro Puerto Rican - genderfluid and pansexual (she/her they/them).

Ian Alexander (2001) Vietnamese / White - non-binary - he/they.

Here you go nerdo! Regardless of gender identity or ethnicity, love that!

#fc help #rph #rpc #neverwholelahey

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dance-world · 1 year ago

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Sebastián Vinet - photo by Carlos Quezada, The Male Dancer Project

#sebastián vinet #carlos quezada #chilean ballet dancers #bailarín #ballerino #dancer #danseur #boys of ballet #ballet men

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cesmo17 · 2 years ago

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César Morales , Ballet Dancer

principal dancer

photography by Andrés Cabezas

location Santiago de Chile

#ballet dancer #male dancer #man #cute guys #hombre #guy butt #male ballet dancer #male photography #masculine #male beauty #chico guapo #sexy male #chilean #cesar morales #cesarmorales #cesarmoralesdancer

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capjuby · 7 years ago

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By Karen ChernickDec 20, 2017 1:21 pm

As a new wave of the feminist movement began to crest in the 1960s and ’70s, women artists turned to the then-uncharted field of performance. “One of the things about performance and the area that I went into was that it wasn’t male-dominated,” artist Joan Jonas explained in 2014. “It wasn’t like painting and sculpture.” Adopting a new medium meant greater freedom to experiment, without fear of comparison to the generations of male artists that preceded them.

Performance art can be difficult to define, but it’s easy to point to two big-name women working within the medium: Marina Abramović and Yoko Ono. There were, however, a number of other female artists from the same generation who played instrumental roles in shaping the medium. In its early years, for instance, performance became a central part of California Institute of the Arts’s Feminist Art Program, co-founded by Judy Chicagoand Miriam Schapiro in 1971—one of the first feminist art programs in the United States—particularly in its Womanhouse performance and installation space that opened to the public as an experiential artwork the following year.

Public performances were also a way to advocate for the role of women, with artists often embracing a revolutionary style reminiscent of the anti-war protests of the 1960s. And an early adoption of performance made several women artists—such as Martha Rosler and Hannah Wilke—leaders in the similarly novel field of video art, as they experimented with tape recording their works.

Ana Mendieta

At the tender age of 12, Mendieta fled the political turmoil of her native Havana for an orphanage in Dubuque, Iowa, together with her sister and thousands of other unaccompanied Cuban children. Unsurprisingly, her works deal largely with displacement, questioning her national and gender identities. Mendieta’s own body—the constant that anchored her throughout the fluctuations of place, language, and ideology that she experienced as a youth—became her instrument for performance pieces that have been linked to Conceptual Art, Feminist Art, and Land Art.

One of her best-known works, the “Silueta Series” (1973–77), saw Mendieta imprint her body into natural Mexican and Iowan landscapes and fill in the residual outlines with organic materials such as flowers, branches, or moss. “It is a way of reclaiming my roots and becoming one with nature,” Mendieta once said. Today, her artistic legacy is entangled with the story of her untimely death at age 36. In 1985, Mendieta fell out of the 34th-floor window of the apartment she shared with her husband, minimalist sculptor Carl Andre. Andre was charged with her murder but ultimately acquitted.

Adrian Piper

Active during the American Civil Rights movement, Piper’s works explore racial and cultural bias. In one series of public performances—which she advertised in advance in New York’s Village Voice—the artist took to the streets dressed as a mustachioed African-American man with a large Afro and engaging in stereotypical masculine behavior. Titled The Mythic Being(1973–75), the work was documented in video and photographs, with prints later sketched upon with oil crayon. The accompanying newspaper ads, which featured text from her own adolescent journal entries, are a testament to Piper’s wider aim: to interact with audience in ways that are both personal and framed within a larger political context. In addition to her performance pieces, Piper is a self-described “first-generation Conceptual artist and analytic philosopher” and was a professor of philosophy at several American universities, though she has been based in Berlin since 2005.

Tania Bruguera

As a Cuban artist working between Havana and the United States, Bruguera has centered her practice on issues of political power and representation. Early works focused on her own body, paying tribute to fellow Cuban artist Mendieta, but she has since shifted to incorporating audience interaction. Bruguera is perhaps best known for Tatlin’s Whisper #6 (Havana version)(2009), performed at the Havana Biennial. The work encompassed a stage on which audience members were granted the opportunity to speak freely for one minute before being escorted offstage by actors in military uniforms. “I think there’s something interesting about Cuban art and perhaps the art in other socialist countries,” Bruguera said in a 2017 interview. “In these settings, art replaces spaces of freedom that cannot be found anywhere else.” Bruguera’s attempts to reenact this performance in Havana led to multiple arrests in 2014 and 2015.

VALIE EXPORT

Austrian artist VALIE EXPORT changed her given name—Waltraud Hollinger, née Lehner—in 1967 in order to renounce the patriarchal identity attached to her by her father and her former husband. From that moment onward, she became a brand (akin to the popular cigarettes that allegedly inspired her new last name) identifiable with feminist art.

Her early performance pieces were provocative, involving direct interaction with an audience. In TAP and TOUCH Cinema (1968–71), a piece performed in 10 different European cities, EXPORT attached a model of a curtained movie theater to her naked torso and stood on the street. Passersby were encouraged to reach through the curtains and touch her breasts—thus coming in contact with a real woman rather than the idealized femininity usually found on the silver screen. In another cinema-based performance, Action Pants: Genital Panic (1969), EXPORT walked through an experimental film theater wearing crotchless pants, putting the seated audience at eye-level with her exposed vagina.

Joan Jonas

Although trained as a sculptor, Jonas is known for her experimental works that combine video, performance, installation, sculpture, drawing, and the internet to produce an idiosyncratic visual language. She explores the experience of spectatorship, often confusing the viewer’s perceptions of real versus imagined images. In Organic Honey’s Visual Telepathy (1972), her earliest performance using video, Jonas appeared as her alter ego, Organic Honey, wearing a cheap plastic mask, sequined jacket, and pink feathered headdress. A television monitor projected conventional multicultural images of women—a Bengali goddess, a Japanese woman—while Organic Honey interacted with the video camera taping the performace.

María Evelia Marmolejo

Joining a roster of politically active Latin American artists experimenting with performance art in the 1980s, Marmolejo��s works dealt largely with environmental issues, the role of women, and the concurrent political oppression in her native Colombia. Anónimo 3 (1982), for instance, was conceived as an atonement ritual in which she apologized to the Earth for years of pollution. The 15-minute performance in Valle del Cauca, Colombia, consisted of her covering her face with gauze and her body with surgical tape, then performing a vaginal wash over a toilet bowl in the center of a circular patch of earth. The fluids that fell to the ground were intended to re-fertilize the area. Marmolejo was most active in the ’80s, but recently performed another environmentally centered work in Milan, Extractivismo(2015), as part of a retrospective.

Martha Wilson

“As women, we find ourselves performing all the time to meet society and the culture’s expectations about what we’re supposed to do, how we’re supposed to look, what we’re supposed to think,” Wilson explained in a 2015 interview. Her work dissects these issues of gender identity and beauty ideals: In video and photographic performance pieces, the chameleonic Wilson transforms herself into a drag queen, traditional housewife, lesbian, and a series of American first ladies. Her most recent installation in that series, Martha meets Michelle halfway (2014), features Wilson impersonating Michelle Obama.

Wilson has been active in New York’s avant-garde art scene since the 1970s and was a founding member of DISBAND, a conceptual punk band of women artists that has included Barbara Kruger and Ilona Granet, among others. She also founded and continues to direct Franklin Furnace, a Brooklyn-based nonprofit organization that preserves and advocates for avant-garde art.

Carmen Beuchat

Carmen Beuchat, Two Not One, 1975. Image via Wikimedia Commons.

Trained in her native Chile as a ballet dancer, Beuchat moved to New York City in the 1960s and began fusing dance with photography, video, poetry, and performance art to create a body of transdisciplinary work. As an active member of the downtown performance art scene, she collaborated with artists including Trisha Brown and Juan Downey and often performed at 112 Greene Street, an experimental venue in the city’s SoHo neighborhood cofounded by Gordon Matta-Clark. As an original participant in Brown’s piece Walking on the Wall (1971), performed at the Whitney Museum, Beuchat and six other performers supported by ropes strode horizontally across a gallery wall in a gravity-defying act.

The Chilean artist also cofounded an experimental dance group called the Natural History of the American Dancer in 1971, which was at the forefront of improvisational dance. Beuchat’s performances usually incorporate mobile structures, creating a connection between these visual elements and the choreography of the performers.

Lynn Hershman Leeson

For years, the films and artwork of Hershman Leeson (and at least four of her alter egos) were relegated to boxes and closets in her San Francisco home, largely ignored by the art world. That is, until 2014, when the still-active artist was feted with a long-overdue retrospective at German museum ZKM and a subsequent 2016 monograph (both titled “Civic Radar”). Active since the 1960s, Hershman Leeson was an early adopter of new media and has long explored our relationship with technology. In one multi-year performance, The Roberta Breitmore Series (1974–78), the artist performed as an alter ego who lived at the Dante Hotel and was voyeuristically documented in photographs by a paparazzi-for-hire. Twenty years later, Roberta Breitmore became an internet-based project, CybeRoberta (1996)—a robotic version of her earlier self with webcams for eyes.

#art history #carolee schneemann #joan jonas #lynn hershman leeson #martha wilson

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caveartfair · 7 years ago

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10 Female Performance Artists You Should Know, from Ana Mendieta to Carolee Schneemann

Performance art can be difficult to define, but it’s easy to point to two big-name women working within the medium: Marina Abramović and Yoko Ono. There were, however, a number of other female artists from the same generation who played instrumental roles in shaping the medium. In its early years, for instance, performance became a central part of California Institute of the Arts’s Feminist Art Program, co-founded by Judy Chicago and Miriam Schapiro in 1971—one of the first feminist art programs in the United States—particularly in its Womanhouse performance and installation space that opened to the public as an experiential artwork the following year.

Ana Mendieta

Untitled (from the Silueta series), 1973-1977. Ana Mendieta MCA Chicago

Adrian Piper

The Mythic Being: Sol’s Drawing #1–5, 1974. Adrian Piper Walker Art Center

Active during the American Civil Rights movement, Piper’s works explore racial and cultural bias. In one series of public performances—which she advertised in advance in New York’s Village Voice—the artist took to the streets dressed as a mustachioed African-American man with a large Afro and engaging in stereotypical masculine behavior. Titled The Mythic Being (1973–75), the work was documented in video and photographs, with prints later sketched upon with oil crayon. The accompanying newspaper ads, which featured text from her own adolescent journal entries, are a testament to Piper’s wider aim: to interact with audience in ways that are both personal and framed within a larger political context. In addition to her performance pieces, Piper is a self-described “first-generation Conceptual artist and analytic philosopher” and was a professor of philosophy at several American universities, though she has been based in Berlin since 2005.

Tania Bruguera

Tatlin's Whisper #6 (Havana Version), 2009. Tania Bruguera Watermill Summer Benefit Auction 2015

As a Cuban artist working between Havana and the United States, Bruguera has centered her practice on issues of political power and representation. Early works focused on her own body, paying tribute to fellow Cuban artist Mendieta, but she has since shifted to incorporating audience interaction. Bruguera is perhaps best known for Tatlin’s Whisper #6 (Havana version) (2009), performed at the Havana Biennial. The work encompassed a stage on which audience members were granted the opportunity to speak freely for one minute before being escorted offstage by actors in military uniforms. “I think there’s something interesting about Cuban art and perhaps the art in other socialist countries,” Bruguera said in a 2017 interview. “In these settings, art replaces spaces of freedom that cannot be found anywhere else.” Bruguera’s attempts to reenact this performance in Havana led to multiple arrests in 2014 and 2015.

VALIE EXPORT

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Joan Jonas

Organic Honey's Vertical Roll, 1972-1973. Joan Jonas 56th Venice Biennale

Mirror Piece I, 1969. Joan Jonas 56th Venice Biennale

María Evelia Marmolejo

Anónimo 3, 1982. María Evelia Marmolejo Instituto de Visión

Joining a roster of politically active Latin American artists experimenting with performance art in the 1980s, Marmolejo’s works dealt largely with environmental issues, the role of women, and the concurrent political oppression in her native Colombia. Anónimo 3 (1982), for instance, was conceived as an atonement ritual in which she apologized to the Earth for years of pollution. The 15-minute performance in Valle del Cauca, Colombia, consisted of her covering her face with gauze and her body with surgical tape, then performing a vaginal wash over a toilet bowl in the center of a circular patch of earth. The fluids that fell to the ground were intended to re-fertilize the area. Marmolejo was most active in the ’80s, but recently performed another environmentally centered work in Milan, Extractivismo (2015), as part of a retrospective.

Martha Wilson

The Legs are the Last to Go, 2009. Martha Wilson P.P.O.W

Martha meets Michelle halfway, 2014. Martha Wilson P.P.O.W

Carmen Beuchat

Carmen Beuchat, Two Not One, 1975. Image via Wikimedia Commons.

Lynn Hershman Leeson

Roberta at Bus Stop, 1978. Lynn Hershman Leeson Bridget Donahue

Carolee Schneemann

Interior Scroll, 1975. Carolee Schneemann P.P.O.W

Interior Scroll, 1975. Carolee Schneemann Carolina Nitsch Contemporary Art

Art history is dominated by images of nude women, created by men. The works of multidisciplinary artist Schneemann explore whether a nude woman could be both the artist and the image. Although she first practiced as a painter, she transitioned to performance art and multimedia installations in the 1960s. Many of Schneemann’s works centered on her own body, including one of her most famous performances, Interior Scroll (1975). The performance began with the artist undressing in front of a primarily female audience and painting her face and body. Schneemann then slowly removed a paper scroll from her vagina while reading the text on it aloud. “I didn’t want to pull a scroll out of my vagina and read it in public,” Schneemann wrote in 1991, “but the culture’s terror of my making overt what it wished to suppress fueled the image.” Although her works were often controversial—their brazen sexuality offended feminists and traditionalists alike—they have since entered the feminist art canon.

from Artsy News

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artschaser · 5 years ago

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~ Sergio Martinez Cifuentes, dual Chilean-Spanish nationality, born in Santiago, Chile. As a young man, known for his drawings, which together with its stark poetry and musical compositions, beginning to structure their profile adolescent romantic and existentialist. #ballerina #ballet #dance #dancer #balletdancer #ballerinasofig #ballerinaproject #worldwideballet #ballerinas #balletpost https://www.instagram.com/p/ByYCvb4IGGb/?igshid=hu11bc2lhgl7

#ballerina #ballet #dance #dancer #balletdancer #ballerinasofig #ballerinaproject #worldwideballet #ballerinas #balletpost

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tasksweekly · 8 years ago

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[TASK 029: ROMANI]

Shout out to anon for inspiring this task! There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 60+ Romani faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. Not to be confused with Romanians. The Romani people originate from the northern regions of the Indian subcontinent - presumably from where the states Rajasthan, Haryana, and Punjab exist today! If you want want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags!

THE TASK

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

SOME ADVICE FROM US:

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite Romani faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by a Romani artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on Romani culture and customs.

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THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

Links:

Romani Terminology by biggadjeworld

Romani Terminology by rrojasandribbons

Romani Tropes 101: A Comprehensive Guide to Writing a Romani Character by writingwithcolor

Females:

Rosa Taikon (90) stated as “Swedish Romani” - silversmith and actress.

Karen Finley (60/61) of Native American, Romani, and Jewish ancestry - singer.

Isabel Pantoja (60) described as “Spanish Romani” - singer.

Lolita Flores (58) Romani - actress & singer.

Iva Bittová (58) of Hungarian-Romani descent - violinist & singer.

Remedios Amaya (54) Spanish, Romani - singer & flamenco dancer.

Tracey Emin (53) of Romanichal descent - artist.

Louise Doughty (53) described as “from a Romani background” - writer.

Rosario Flores (52) Romani - singer & actress.

Oksana Fandera (49) Ukrainian, Romani / Ashkenazi Jewish - actress.

Jill Hennessy (48) Irish, French, Swedish, Italian, Ukrainian, Austrian, Romani - actress.

Sibel Can (46) of Romani heritage - singer.

Edyta Gorniak (44) Polish, Romani - singer.

Caren Gussoff (43) of Romani heritage - author.

Fairuza Balk (42) Romani and Cherokee ancestry / Irish and French - actress.

Sofi Marinova (41) of Romani descent - singer.

Marica Barandyai-Rani (41) stated as “of Romani Origin” - actress & model.

Blanca Romero (40) Spanish, Romani, Peruvian - actress.

Nikita Denise (40) Romani - pornographic actress.

Jasmine Tatjana Anette Valentin (40) described as a “Finnish Romani singer” - singer.

Ayọ (36) Yoruba Nigerian, Romani - singer.

Natalia Jiménez (35) Portuguese Romani / Spanish - singer.

Irini Merkouri (35) Romani - singer.

Róisín Mullins (34) of English Romany and Irish Romany Gypsy descent - TV presenter, judge & dancer,

Jentina Rose Rees (32) of Romani descent - singer & model.

Neon Hitch (30) described as “English Romani” - singer - Neon is bisexual!

Didem Kınalı (30) Turkish, of Romani descent - belly dancer and singer.

Alina Serban (29) Romani - actress.

Nicole Polizzi (29) Chilean, of Romani, Jewish, Iberian (of unspecificed ethnicity), Middle Eastern (of unspecificed ethnicity), South Asian (of unspecificed ethnicity) descent.

Elena Furiase (28) Spanish, Argentine, Romani - actress.

Vierka Berkyová (25) described as “of Romani origin” - singer.

Cher Lloyd (23) of Romani descent - singer.

Gigi Radics (20) Romani - singer.

Delaine Le Bas (?) described as “of Romani background” - artist.

Franciska Farkas (?) of Romani descent - actress.

Kristen Stamper (?) Romani - model.

Amber L. Hollibaugh (?) of Romani descent - writer.

Oksana Marafioti (?) of Armenian and Russian Romani descent - writer.

Male:

Hank Marvin (75) Romani - singer.

Victor Heredia (70) Argentine , French , Quechua, Romani - singer.

Robert Plant (68) of Romani descent - singer.

Tony Gatlif (68) described as “of Romani ethnicity” - film director.

Billy Drago (67) of Chiricahua Apache and Romani ancestry..

Leonard Whiting (66) of Romani ancestry - actor.

Nikolai Noskov (61) of Romani descent - singer.

Joe Longthorne (61) described as “of Romani ethnicity“ - singer.

Emeric Imre (52) mother was half Romanian Romani half Polish and his father was half Hungarian, half Jew - guitarist, musician, vocalist and composer.

Džej Ramadanovski (52) Romani, Macedonian - singer.

Ștefan Bănică Jr. (49) stated as “of roma people origin from his father side” - singer.

Joaquín Cortés (47) Romani - ballet and flamenco dancer.

Antonio Carbonell (47) of Romani heritage - singer.

Eugene Hütz (44) Ukrainian, Romnai - singer, composer, disc jockey and actor.

Óscar Jaenada (41) Romani - actor.

Rafael Ojeda Rojas (39) described as “Spanish Romani” - singer - Falete is part of the LGBTQIA+ community and stated that he “embraces it as part of his lifestyle and his sexuality.”

Vasil Troyanov Boyanov (38) of mixed Turkish and Roma descent - singer.

Boris Pelekh (35) of Romani descent - singer.

Michael Costello (34) Italian, Hungarian, Russian, Greek, Romani - fashion designer.

Bin Bella Al-Hunteer (33/34) Lebanese Romani, from a Romany Middle Eastern ethnic group that Gadjos call the “Nawar” in Arabic - singer.

Yavor Dimitrov Yanakiev (31) Bulgarian, Romani - rappers.

Radžis Aleksandrovičius (29) Romani - singer.

Amadeus Lundberg (27) described as “Finnish Romani” - singer.

Kendji Girac (20) Catalan Gitano/Romani - singer.

Saša Barbul (?) Romani - actor.

Sani Rifati (?) Romani - activist.

Diego el Cigala (?) described as “Spannish Romani” - singer.

Antonio Rayo (?) described as “Spanish Romani” - singer.

Sotis Volanis (?) described as “Greek Romani” - singer.

Those stated as possibly of Romani descent - feel free to research them!

Miguel Bosé (60) Miguel’s grandmother María is described as a “gitana” (Romani) from Tíjola, Almería, Spain - singer & actor.

Tracey Ullman (57) an Express.co.uk article stated that Tracey’s mother was of part Gypsy (Romani) descent although it is not clear if this is accurate - actress.

Noomi Rapace (37) said that her father may have been of part Romani descent, and though she is “not sure if it is true” - actress.

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popmusicu · 5 years ago

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My mom's experience in a folklore group

I decided to share my mom's experience while she was in the folklore group Bagual...

When she was in university she also had to take CFGs, just like this one, but she took "Baile Folklorico 1" and she loved it! In that CFG they learned dances from different parts of chile and then they did a show in the end of the semester where they showed everything they learned.

She liked it so much that she also took "Baile Folklorico 2" there her professor noticed her singing while the other groups where dancing and encouraged her to do an audition for a Folkloric group, and she did it, she song "El Rabel" and they accepted her in their group.

The group was called Bagual which means kinda means wild foal and it was based in the university. It consisted of 4 dancer, a guitarist/singer, a guitarist/charango/singer, a singer and my mom that played bombo, "caja nortina" and tambourine, and she also was a singer.

There she learned the difference between a Folkloric group and a Folkloric ballet. A Folkloric ballet presents a stylized and very coordinated dance, the musical part is presented in a very formal way and every song is presented by the host of the show. While in a Folkloric group the dances are also very technical but every couple gets to have it's own vibe and have fun, the idea with the musical part was to transport people to the place where the song was originally from, they emulated the accent and tried to have a sort of preshow talking about the place and it's people where they presented the song.

With this group she got to present in the university, in municipalities and various schools but for her the most beautiful experience was when they got to do the show in Curitiba, Brazil. This trip was made to cheer up chileans that lived in brazil on "Fiestas Patrias". They presented in a school, a theater and a open sky festival for more than 10000 people.

Chile is a country so long and has a lot of different cultures which makes it so unique and interesting to explore, and music it's one of the ways we can appreciate the differences and embrace them even more in this season. My mom absolutely loved getting to represent all of those parts of chile and also making people happy by doing so.

-Amapola Salvatierra

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rosedamion113 · 7 years ago

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The Crew of the Peregrine: Chapter Two

Read Chapter One Here: http://rosedamion113.tumblr.com/tagged/crewoftheperegrine

The screeching of the tilt lever drove a dagger through Jo’s eardrums as she heaved it forwards. That sound was probably one of the worst she’d ever experienced, and yet she came back to make it daily. In a strange way, it was comforting. It kept her alert as she steered The Peregrine down towards the clouds. They enveloped the aircraft on all sides. She didn’t care much for clouds either, but she could navigate through them without much trouble. Her father used to tell her how much he loved sailing through the clouds. He always felt there was a certain peace and solitude about it; she just found it dangerous from not being able to see.

But the space above them was a different story. To her, the sky was a thousand times more magical from a thousand feet in the air. Dusk was her favorite time to fly. She never got tired of the rainbow of color, from the red bleeding out of the setting sun to the dark purple silhouette behind the stars. That was peace for her. While some people fear the vastness of the cosmos for the way it makes them feel small, it relieved Jo to remember that the world did not revolve around her. Not everything rested on her shoulders, which was ideal as she had enough of her own problems to deal with.

The bow of the ship broke through the clouds and the city of London unveiled itself beneath her. The first thing to draw her eye was the towering Big Ben, the symbol of the great city itself. The humongous clock face glowed in the twilight, and soon countless streetlights ignited around it like fireflies, surrounding the beautiful, golden tower. She adjusted the controls and began heading east to the outskirts of the city: the only place to land a seven-ton airship and not be searched by the royal guard. The ship’s cargo wasn’t harmful by any means, but the Elite would still refuse a few caskets of Chilean fireweed being dropped in the middle of their fair city.

She aimed for a shipping yard that was a few miles outside the city proper, where His Majesty’s security was scarce and the black market reigned supreme. She pulled her watch out of her pocket, wincing as her bandaged hand contorted to grasp the dingy, copper clock. She was in need of a new one, but wouldn’t give this one up for anything in the world. Her sister made her promise to keep it safe. It sprung open to reveal the second hand clicking into place on the twelve. 9:03 pm London time, exactly. She groaned. The Baron was not going to be happy.

Jo slipped the timepiece back in her pocket and prepared to land. She slowed down the ship as they neared an empty space in the yard and lowered it to the ground with all the grace of a ballet dancer. No sooner had she touched down than Matt came through the door, stifling a yawn.

“Another productive day, sir?” she asked, a smile touching her lips.

“Maybe it’s time for a change. A respectful, non-judgmental crew for starters.”

“You couldn’t find one that would work for what you pay them.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. There’s not enough money to go around.”

His tone made Jo turn. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

She waited.

“You’re just not the first person to complain about their salary today.”

“Kate?”

“…yep.”

“You know she’s only messing with you, she’s not really worried about money. And she certainly wouldn’t leave, especially after everything you’ve done for her.”

“I’m not worried about her leaving, I’m worried that it will be awhile before we can all leave together.”

“Meaning?”

“The ignition system had an accident.”

“Again: Meaning?”

“We can’t fly again until we make some more silver. And The Baron’s job isn’t gonna cut it.”

“So let’s make more money in town.”

“That’s the plan, but I’m worried it’s going to be a long time, and the crew gets restless pretty easily if we’re not on-the-go—”

“Matt, no one’s going anywhere. We’re here and ready to help you get this bird in the air again, soon as possible.”

“You can’t speak for everyone.”

“Maybe not, but I can speak for myself. You’ll still have a pilot when the engine’s up and running. And really, what more do you need?” she added, presenting herself.

“Mechanics and a strong-man certainly help.”

Her smile briefly faded. “Take the encouragement, Matt.”

He laughed. “I’ll try, thanks. Go ahead and settle her down. We might be here awhile. Soon as you’re done, pack your weapons. We’ve got a shipment to deliver.”

He headed out the door and Jo set about shutting down the ship. She heard a quick, “And it’s ‘Captain’,” from down the hall, but ignored it and continued working. As she flipped the switches and pulled back the levers, she smiled at the thought of her first encounter with Matt.

* * *

The streets were far too crowded as she slipped out from the alley and onto the main road. She ran past the overpriced suits that adorned the over-privileged citizens of Greenwich Village. She struggled to weave in-between the dozens of excessive petticoats that blocked her way. Behind her, she heard the faint shout of the local constable, but didn’t dare turn around—fearing she’d trip on someone’s giant, ruffled dress. She continued to shove her way past, ignoring the indignant huffs of the women around her, and hoped that no one tried to get in her way. Her head only came up to the chest of most of the people in the crowd, and if someone tried to grab her, she wasn’t sure she could throw them off.

A left, a right, a shortcut between two town homes. She ran for what felt like miles, and still could hear the officers shouting behind her in the distance. A park came into view and she aimed to cut across it. The crowd began to thin as she neared the other side. A gate let out onto a cobblestone street, and Jo could see the start of the docks towards the end of the block.

Just as she made the gate, an officer on horseback pulled up in front of her and aimed his sword at her chest. “Hold it!” he shouted. She froze. “You’re under arrest, by order of the—”

Jo dropped and rolled under the horse’s belly, drawing a knife from her boot as she came up the other side. She slashed the restraints that kept the policeman in his saddle. Before he’d even turned around, she smacked the horse’s hide as hard and she could and he reared up. The officer slid off the other side of the horse and hung by his left leg as it took off through the park. Jo was already halfway to the dock.

She slid to a stop at the water’s edge. Nowhere to hide, and she definitely couldn’t swim fast enough to get out of range of the constable’s pistol. She turned to the airships parked on the docks. The closest one had an open cargo door. She took her first step to run towards it when an ear-shattering crack echoed on the street behind her and a white hot pain encompassed her side. She let out a cry and fell to the ground as another gunshot resounded and whizzed over her head. Behind her, the constable reloaded his pistol as he ran, followed by three other officers with swords drawn.

Jo heaved in a breath and forced herself onto her feet, biting back a cry as she bolted for the open cargo door. Spotting the door controls on the wall to the left, she smacked the button and made for the flight of stairs in front of her which led up to a catwalk. The ramp began to retract and the door was sliding closed as she reached the top. She looked back to find the constable jumping through the door just before it cut off the light from outside and left the room in darkness. A rush of fear surged through her as she heard another shot ricochet off the nearby wall, and a cry escaped her throat. She bit it back and ran for the door at the far end of the walkway, furious at herself for being weak at a time like this. Her hand felt increasingly warm and sticky as the blood from her wound seeped through her fingers. Her head was feeling light and her breath was faster, but she made her way towards what she hoped was the front of the ship.

When she finally climbed up the stairs and stumbled into the cockpit, she slammed the door behind her and bolted it shut before slumping against it, heaving breaths in and out. Tears burned behind her eyes and her throat threatened to close off as she restricted it from sobbing. She stopped. Five seconds of weakness, that was all she was going to give it. She counted: One, Two, Three, Four—

Another shot rang against the door, and a small hole ripped open beside her. She gasped and scrambled away. The constable’s voice bled through the door as he boomed, “Forget it! Back-up is on the way and we will blow open this door if we have to! Give up now or the consequences will be fatal!”

Jo’s head spun around and her eyes scanned over the controls. “We’ll see about that.”

She started flipping switches and powering up the engines. She grabbed the power thrust and shoved it forward. It screeched like a banshee and the ship jumped into the air. Taking hold of the directional levers, she aimed for the open, glittering sea. She grabbed on tight to the hand rail and threw the throttle up to full speed. The ship tilted up and zoomed forward, and she heard a loud thump from outside the door and the officer swore. She steadied herself as she heard the constable again. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Shit, this guy is slow, Jo thought to herself as she banked a hard right and sent the officer slamming against the opposite wall. For a second, she was sure she’d knocked him out, but then another shot fired through the door. How much ammo does he have? she worried.

Another shot went off, and then a new voice came through the door. “I swear to God, if you fire one more shot through my door, I will drop your ass in the middle of the ocean!”

“Back away, sir! I’m in pursuit of a fugitive!”

“You’re in pursuit of your own damn death sentence if you don’t stop firing your weapon in this ship! If you damage any of the instruments in that room or in these walls, we’re all going for a swim!”

There was a moment of silence. “Fine, you open this door and I’ll take care of the prisoner!”

“Thanks.” There were a couple loud thumps, and then a crash outside the door. Jo began to panic and black spots started appearing in the corners of her eyes. She looked for a weapon, anything she could use to fend them off, but there was nothing. She tried sharply turning the ship again, but this time no one fell outside. For a minute, all she could hear was the roar of the engines. Then another crash sounded directly behind her. She screamed and whipped around to find a vent cover clattering to a halt on the floor. She glanced up and found a messy head of red hair and a pair of dark brown eyes peering at her upside-down from a shaft in the ceiling.

“Sorry, did I scare you?”

She stayed silent, eyes wide.

“Stupid question.” For a moment he disappeared, then dropped down from the hole and landed in front of her. As he stood to full height, he looked a lot less threatening. He was tall and lanky, with a sleek, red vest and a holster strapped to his hip carrying a .45 Colt. He briefly fixed his hair and dusted his jacket. “It’s really disgusting up there. I tell my mechanic to do a spring-cleaning or something every once in a while, but I guess he just failed his workspace inspection.” He looked up and smiled at her. His eyes darted to her side, and the smile fell away. “Were you hit?” he asked, his tone deadly serious. She nodded and her head swam. She started slumping to the floor.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said running forward to ease her down. “Just take it easy, we’ve got a doctor on board. She can patch you up.” He reached over her head and eased up on the controls, slowing the ship down to hover in place.

As he turned and ran to unbolt the door, Jo protested, “No, wait! The officer—” The door flew open to reveal the constable crumpled on the floor, eyes fluttering beneath his eyelids.

The man ran to the end of the hallway and shouted down the stairs, “Vinny! Get in here!” before turning around and running back to her. He kneeled down, pulled a handkerchief out of his vest pocket and held it against the wound. Jo cried out. “I know, I’m sorry, but we gotta stop the bleeding. You’re already turning white…Not that I know what you looked like before or anything, I just assume you’re…Lavinia! Where are you?”

Jo felt her head start dropping and began to close her eyes. To her surprise, she felt the pain fading, and the darkness at the edge of her vision didn’t seem so scary now. After all that, all she wanted to do was sleep.

“No, no, no, no. Wake up, come on,” she heard, and a hand whacked her across her face.

Her eyes flew open again. “Um, OW!” she screeched as she cupped her cheek and glared at the man in front of her.

He just smiled back. “That’s what I like to hear. You gotta stay awake for now. Doctor’s coming.”

A girl with long blonde hair and bright eyes appeared at the door, took in the scene with a glance, and knelt down beside Jo. Lavinia, she assumed, pulled her black bag close and took out of pair of scissors. She quickly cut away the cloth around the wound and examined it. “Just a graze, but it still needs stitches. You’ll be fine, sweetie! Use this staunch the blood,” she said, handing the man some white, sterilized cloth. He knelt down and did as she told him.

As Lavinia turned to pull more supplies out of her bag, the man said, “I’m Matt, by the way…So, is this your first time attempting to hi-jack an advanced aircraft?”

Jo side-eyed him. “You mean this hand-me-down from your grandmother?”

“That’s an awfully mean thing to say to someone who’s currently saving your life.”

“She’s the one saving my life.”

“Technicality. But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Would I tell you if it wasn’t?”

“Hear that, Lavinia? You’re sewing up a repeat offender.”

“What else is new?” she responded, not taking her eyes off of the needle she was sterilizing. She stuck the needle in Jo’s arm, and almost immediately Jo felt herself getting tired.

“That’s the spirit. So, we’ve established you’re sassy, you don’t get along with the cops, and you know how to fly.”

A mischievous smile spread across his face before everything went blurry. And right before she fell asleep, she heard him ask:

“How’d you like a job?”

* * *

Jo finished shutting down the controls, grabbed her pistol and strapped it to her side. The weapon was a little over the top, but she found the golden insignia of the lighting strike on the side of the barrel caught the eye of anyone she came up against. It was a sign that told them she was not to be messed with.

She headed for the cargo room and walked in to find Matt and John loading the fireweed into bags and throwing them onto the transport vehicle while Kate pumped fuel. As the guys threw the last bag onto the car, Kate and Jo hopped into the front seats and Kate revved the engine. The guys climbed in back while Emerson hit the loading door button and lowered the ramp. Kate steered the vehicle out onto the grass and aimed for the cobblestone street at the edge of the shipping yard, weaving around small cargo ships and people transporting boxes in and out of them. No one made eye contact, but everyone was watching each other out of the corner of their eyes. Jo checked behind them to make sure Emerson closed the hatch. They didn’t have much worth stealing on the ship, but they didn’t want to appear too inviting either.

They hit the street, where makeshift stalls lined the sidewalk selling everything from knockoff jewelry and pocket watches to guns and ammo. None of the shops were permanent, and all could be struck in a matter of seconds should the call come out that the cavalry was on its way. The houses beyond the shops were pretty run down, but even the richest townspeople could be found wandering these streets, looking for some cheap fakes they could pass off as the real thing. Some people came here to hide, some to find others, and some to get a fix of whatever poison they chose to keep their mind out of the real world.

The crew headed northwest, and it wasn’t long before they came upon the one building in the whole quarter that truly didn’t belong. The Baron’s white mansion protruded from the dank shanty-town like a crystal from a cave. It was three stories high and four times as long as the widest house in the district. Ornate, rounded windows adorned the upper floors and a spiked iron gate surrounded the premises. Several years back, The Baron had the brilliant idea to buy a huge chunk of cheap land in the middle of a place no one wanted to live. He used the rest of his fortune to build the perfect home with the even cheaper labor of the local, unemployed residents. To ensure that the treasure within the house didn’t tempt the neighboring criminals, he established the kind of security that never fired a warning shot. Deaths were inconsequential as The Baron was a friend to the British court. The gates were eight feet high and at night, surged with the power of Edison. Windows were only built on the upper floors so as to discourage anyone who got past the fence, and the patrolling guard was managed by London’s finest. No one stole from The Baron. At least, no one who did had ever made it back over the gate.

Luckily, the crew of The Peregrine wasn’t in the business of stealing. Today, at least.

Kate coasted up to the guards at the gate entrance. They searched the vehicle for anything out of the ordinary. As they attempted to open the bags, John waved them off. “No one but The Baron gets a look at the cargo.”

“No one gets in without getting searched.”

“Come on, Ben, you know who we are,” Kate interjected. “We come by every few months. You know the system: only the guards inside get to inspect the cargo.”

“Not today. Open the bags.”

“What’s so special about today?”

Ben paused for a moment before saying, “There have been some attempts on The Baron’s life in the past few weeks. We’re not taking any chances.”

John glanced at Matt, who nodded assent. He undid the bags and Ben searched through every one of them. When he had finished, Kate suggested, “Do you want to burn some of it too just to make sure it’s not actually explosive?” Ben gave her an icy glance and waved them through.

They parked the car on the lot near the front door, grabbed the bags and were escorted inside. Of course, the inside was ten times as lavish as outer perimeter, and when Jo walked in she was reminded of the house she grew up in, even though her parents were never quite as well off as The Baron was.

The man himself stood poised at the top of the stairs, greeting them with a booming voice and a sweeping gesture. “Well, well, well! If it isn’t my adorable little band of errand boys! And girls, excuse me ladies.” Jo stopped herself from rolling her eyes. There were some days when she couldn’t decide whether The Baron was a genius or an idiot, but today was not one of them.

“You’re looking well, sir.” Matt responded with a smile, not daunted by the undermining words of the master of the house. They were used to being talked to like subordinates by him, rather than business partners. It was probably one of the reasons he liked them.

“Why, thank you! I have been trying to get in shape. I was thinking about buying a zeppelin to race in the national competition, but I decided I should be in top physical condition before I tried.”

“Sir, I don’t think athletics are required in a zeppelin race.”

“Oh, hush, don’t take away my excuse to doing something good for myself. Either way, I see you have what I ordered.”

“Yes, it’s all here. If you’re ready, you can come down and take stock, give us our settlement and we’ll be on our way.”

“Oh, there will be time for all of that. For now, why don’t you come up and enjoy a drink with your favorite employer, hmm?” He turned around and started heading for the parlor behind him.

Jo exchanged a look with Matt. While The Baron was usually pleasant (in his own way), he was never this hospitable, and had definitely never extended a glass of his expensive liquor. Matt glanced back up to where The Baron had just disappeared. “That’s very kind of you, but unfortunately we have some other business to take care of, so we really need to—”

“If you want your money,” he called, “You’ll take the invitation.”

Matt hesitated. Jo was equally suspicious, but they couldn’t turn down the money; they had no means of making more while the ship was inoperable. “Drop the bags and come join me!” he called again.

Matt set down the bags and made his way up the stairs. The rest of the crew followed suit.

Inside the parlor were a number of couches and cushy ottomans, along with several polished cabinets full of exotic, useless trinkets that only the ridiculously wealthy would buy. Maps were mounted on the walls of all the places The Baron preferred to do business, from his favorite cities in the Southern Americas to the encampments just south of the Sahara Desert. Most were places Jo recognized—they had been sent all over to pick up other illicit supplies—but there were a few maps that were unfinished. They had no titles and only a few scribbles on the legend, and though the drawings were detailed, there was scarcely a word on them. She’d almost taken them for paintings.

The Baron picked up a bottle of brandy from the liquor cabinet seated below the maps, pulled out five crystal glasses, and began pouring a cap into each of them. “Come in, sit down. Normally, I’d have one of my maids serve us, but they’re a little busy at the moment.”

“What with?” Matt asked, placing himself carefully onto a nearby chair. The group took other seats around him, and Jo perched on the armrest of the chair Kate chose. She wasn’t about to let down her guard.

“We have a special guest in the house, and unfortunately they are very needy. Taking full advantage of my hospitality, I assure you.” An annoyed edge crept into The Baron’s voice, but when he turned around, he was his usual cheery self.

“Who’s the guest?”

“No one important. Why is it only you talk to me, Matthew? Why are your companions always so silent and stern?” The Baron handed out the drinks and settled luxuriously on the couch facing them.

“It’s an agreement we have. I do the talking.”

“Well, let’s dispense with the formality. I want to hear what they have to say,”

“About what?” Jo cut in.

“Well, there we go! They’re not dumb after all! Young lady, do relax, I’d just like to know about some of your…adventures.”

“We don’t talk about other jobs,” Matt stated.

“Humor me. Where have you all been that I haven’t sent you?”

“I believe he just said that it’s none of your damn business.” Kate interjected.

“Kate…” Matt warned, always the one for professionalism.

“It’s quite alright. She has a point. Tell you what: We’ll do an exchange. I’ll ask you a question, you answer honestly, and then vice versa. Sound fair?”

“That’s not—” Jo started.

“Deal.” Matt agreed. Jo flashed him a sideways glance, but didn’t continue.

“Fantastic! First question: Where else have you gone in the world besides where I’ve had business deals?”

“North America, Australia, Japan, Italy, and a few parts Asia.”

“Which parts?”

“You owe me a question first. Why do you want to know about us all of a sudden?”

“I have a friend who is interested in you. Which parts of Asia?”

“Mostly in India, a bit in Taiwan, and a particularly strange place in Mongolia. Who’s your friend who’s asking about us?”

“The guest in the other room. Do you have contacts in all of these places?”

“Pretty much. Who is the guest in the other room?”

“How about I introduce you?”

Before anyone could move, a hoard of Elite guardsmen came crashing through the doors and had them surrounded, guns loaded and aimed. Jo’s hand flew to her pistol but as her hand touched the grip, a double-barrel flintlock appeared right between her eyes, and a voice said, “Bad idea.”

Her eyes followed the gun up to the hand, the arm, and came to rest on the dark brown eyes of the woman in front of her.

The Baron scoffed as he crossed behind the woman. “Why Commander Sterling, I do believe these are the ones you are looking for.”

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