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[loafurkey-legacy]

Enaar - 8. Her

Gyreai went missing for a few hours. He came back dazed and confused, and...normal.

Makkinis. Another failure.

“A girl!” Lilith called up the stairs. The baby cried at the sudden noise. “What?” I called back. “We have a girl!”

She bears the mark, too. Galia is her name.

I can access some kind of...different state of thought in the basement below the chapel. There I can actually study the words of his record. Progress is coming along. I can make out how certain words are meant to sound when spoken. This is how I name my children. I have no idea what they actually mean, but they sound cool.

It’s hard to keep a record when you have have to raise three toddlers. I don’t need to sleep, and somehow these kids don’t need to either -- at least that’s how it seems.

I know now what my dad was looking for, too. I can sense it in Galia. The way for the “work” to continue. A euphemism for...something, but Dad described the feeling in detail in his Enaar notes. She has it.

I worry what I am becoming. Dad never reached powers on my level -- I don’t know if he could. But lately my ruthlessness worries me. I guess that it worries me is a good sign, but I...

I read in my dad’s journal that he accidentally erased someone’s memory. I have that same power, but my ability sustains me like no other.

I guess I never wrote it down. Gyreai was the reason Liok died, and why Liok still wanders around the house at night.

Gyreai dared him to jump in the pool in the dead of winter. It’s his fault Liok is gone, and he never recovered. He never deserved to. I’m the way I am because of that night. I’m feeding on memories because of that night. Maybe my daughter will too.

Since I found out I could wipe minds like Dad could, I’ve been tempted to do it on Gyreai. Trap him in the basement and tell him he’s our prisoner, that the world above ended -- but that wouldn’t set a good example for my daughter.

She’s very human. More human than I remember being. That’s not a bad thing at all -- it’s endearing. She loves dressing up on holidays, and she makes me do it too. I love her.

[444names]

altmer names from tes + the same thing but with "a" placed in the middle of every consonant+vowel pair

Adino Aicaa Ainiel Alaalie Alaanre Alaar Alanaa Alcaryaa Alcunde Aldaaril Aldaume Aldhe Aldmaume Alinwe Alion Allen Allorao Almaar Almaen Almailmo Almaon Alten Amael Amaetail Amire Amirneda Ancaa Ancaar Ancalyen Andaar Andahlin Andllon Andmo Andrail Angaanwe Angainel Anion Annen Anulf Arangon Ardewe Ardilan Areor Areraile Arkaan Armircil Arnanin Arnaulmo Arndil Arrurtaa Artain Arteran Arundhe Arwaen Aryao Astail Astaor Astawe Astimire Atonwe Auril Aurwe Avion Badaonde Baremo Caacaos Caale Caanden Caanwe Caarne Caawe Caelor Caelydil Caerye Caialaa Cailaar Cainay Cainus Caion Calair Calcil Caldael Calde Caldil Camair Camaon Camianwe Caorel Caraen Carain Carlan Carumde Catail Cauar Caullia Caullil Cauraa Caurail Cauror Cauur Cavaan Cerrael Cimaenil Cincaar Ciraon Cirwaed Conir Coraer Coril Corna Corne Culime Cullme Cumde Cumelde Curil Cymaore Cymil Cyraen Daowe Dundairy Dupaeur Earaiano Earaie Elaandir Elacaa Elaia Elail Elaire Elaon Eldail Eldil Ellail Elsaore Elsia Elsis Emdaando Enaar Endaer Endil Engin Eraele Erldail Erraee Erraos Errion Esail Esmaie Estaar Estewe Esurgaen Faailain Faanil Faarael Faare Faerlaon Failaion Faintil Fainus Fainyde Fandaura Faoraa Faraal Faraie Farerion Fastar Fedarurg Felaie Fenaite Fenwe Fiinyer Fiisdao Finuil Firae Firail Firilaia Fogwe Fraimo Gaarrath Gaebaron Gandil Gaorme Gauur Glain Glaock Grail Graire Graisea Graorie Haaalia Haahius Haaimil Haallar Haenad Haetaar Haeth Haion Hairail Hanao Hande Hanwe Hatur Helval Helyaaa Henael Henil Henwe Hesain Highao Highil Highlola Hilaack Hiraie Hirim Hyaus Iirwe Ilaaie Ilain Ilinwe Illon Inaon Inarion Inbomair Indwe Ingaine Inquere Inwenaen Iryaee Jaoren Jaorim Jesys Kaestaa Karion Kelaius Knoran Koraur Laadil Laaie Laalen Laalion Laandinn Laano Laarnar Laayne Laeraia Laicain Lainldaa Lainyon Laire Lanaanya Laomaar Larao Larie Larmaa Larna Latim Lelainle Lilia Lingail Lisao Litaatch Logie Loraian Lorair Lordair Lorwe Maalke Maanaion Maandaa Maare Maaullan Maawe Maefaair Maerne Maiin Mainyaon Maion Malail Manon Maodele Maorril Marail Meandore Melmaang Meraus Merne Minauer Moraemaa Mormaos Morneran Morwaen Mulcaa Mulnore Naaldaen Naalon Naanaira Naaranwy Naelrie Naendil Naiil Nairiir Nairwe Naite Naldaock Naldil Nanwenao Narae Narion Naron Narwo Naumail Nelcaar Nelenis Nendur Nesse Nirailwe Nirel Nonire Nuldilel Nuudil Oblael Ocaaele Ohair Ohmaeem Ondel Onifwe Oraetaa Orair Outae Paenaia Paenwe Paeraen Painde Panawe Qauar Qaulde Qauraure Qauvonwe Raante Raelarye Raianael Raion Rairmaa Ramth Ranaion Raulaal Rauraire Rinaar Roliaril Rulle Saalde Saaldra Saalion Saanaaa Saare Saarriel Saire Sairion Sairmbar Salaas Salaimo Sarao Sardaen Sarfail Sarnest Saualock Saumaor Seldaar Sirmo Skyre Sofarion Soraee Sortaen Spele Stolmo Storne Sucaal Taaldil Taanwy Taaraa Taarail Taelaer Taelwe Taemfail Taeminos Taendil Taenllat Tailael Taistare Taivaus Taleque Talion Tamme Tanar Tanta Tanyaa Taraanil Taril Tarnaee Tarnya Tasse Tauar Tauril Telair Telaorie Telmaon Tenyael Thaiire Thrairon Throsse Tirion Tuillion Tungaos Unail Ungael Unothar Unwen Uryar Vaaelail Vaafin Vaainde Vaalaa Vaalwe Vaanaen Vaarion Vaelmo Vailaie Vainaion Vairauma Vaire Vallil Vallis Valmor Vantaua Vardaal Vatch Vinarel Vorion Waien Wairil Yaatch Yakemmen Yancaand

[bluesakura007]

Undeniable - Epilogue (Happy Ending): Take My Hand and Run With Me - Khan Noonien Singh x OC

Summary: Zin’s plan has succeeded, and now all that’s left to do before she and Khan leave Earth for their exile together is to make the goodbyes to her family and crewmates.

Warning: None, just fluff again.~ 🖤

After this fateful day of the positive outcome ultimately being chosen in that courtroom, and after the reconciliation between Zinalya and Bones and Spock, which ended the feud between her and this pair, she’d promptly entered into her bedroom and joined Khan in her bed. 

When she did, she couldn't stop herself from shuffling across the mattress in the dark towards where he was sleeping, his boots and shirt currently off. The only way she could tell that she'd reached her destination during this shuffling was when she suddenly felt the front of one of his shoulders touch up against her. 

Just as she'd closed her eyes, though, she was surprised when she felt, still not being aware of it visually due to this aforementioned darkness, the arm connected to this shoulder of his reaching up and gently putting his hand onto her shoulder; obviously either this moment where she bumped into his shoulder woke him up or he was already at least partially awake to do this. She was all too happy to reach up with one of her own forearms and hold this one of Khan's that was holding her shoulder, drifting off in bliss.

She was lying in bed with the man who she wanted to, and was going to, essentially run away with - a man who reciprocated these affections and wanted to be with her in return - and the most difficult part of that plan was now finally over. Her worries, similar to what she and this same man were going to be doing, could now sail off into the sunset.

Khan, remembering that it was this woman he was lying with who had been responsible for bringing about this outcome for the both of them, gently whispered in her ear the words, "Thank you."

Then there came the warm shivers on her spine again.

Following this night of sharing a bed together, Zinalya’s exhilaration in this kind of presence of Khan’s didn’t falter. With him still under her guard, and attracting many glares and fearful glances from passers-by as they did so which they both ignored, the pair travelled on their way to Canada - specifically, on their way to her parents’ home. 

The anger and intense disdain from these aforementioned glares they got was very palpable, and at points threatened to make them want to stop their journey and hide away in a corner somewhere, but the nature around them which caught their eyes proved to be a good enough distraction, including when Khan saw, just for a few moments, a ruby-throated hummingbird fluttering near to a flower a few feet away. And who could blame him? Hummingbirds are some of the most beautiful birds to exist on Earth, and yet they were simultaneously so small and quaint.

Then their arrival came, after which Zin's father, mother, older brothers Enaar and Rajen Hamilton and Enaar’s wife Leah - these latter three having also gotten there after finding out about Zin’s own impending arrival - all listened patiently without uttering a word as, sat next to each other on the lounge sofa, she and Khan gave the same origins explanation that he himself had given her two days ago. However, this time he didn’t go quite so deeply into the details: when he went over this particular segment of his childhood, Tanvir’s death was still painful to him, so he preferred to not go over it often if he could avoid it.

"Answer me one last thing, Khan." Mason leaned forwards from the seat he was sitting on. He and his wife were sitting next to their two sons and their daughter in law, opposite from their youngest child and the man who was now her lover. "Is Zinalya safe with you? Will she be alright when she goes to this exile planet?" 

The father of the Hamilton siblings had spent the last few minutes during the explanation weighing up the Augment in his mind, as he would always love all three of his children and as a result of this love he wanted them to be happy, which is why he accepted Zin's choice, but he had to be sure of this question he'd just put forward.

Khan then looked straight back into his eyes without blinking once, to ensure that the honesty in what he was about to say in reply would be doubly clear. "Your daughter will always be safe with me, Mr. Hamilton."

The pair stuck around for another two days so that Zinalya could make her goodbyes to her parents, siblings and sister-in-law and spend these two days with them. There were many heartfelt words of goodbyes shared with the aforementioned family. Mason, Siazru, Enaar, Leah, Rajen... she wasn't going to be able to see any of them again for the next ten years, so as you would have imagined this was a particularly crucial goodbye, and, as you also would’ve imagined, tears were shed.

Then, once the adequately repaired Enterprise had departed for Ceti Alpha V, the same rule of Zin effectively being a babysitter making sure Khan kept himself out of trouble was applied to a different environment. As with back on Earth during the journey to Manitoba, some of the crew gave stares that ranged from confusion at her attraction to him to disgust, but, also as with this journey to her childhood home, neither of them were bothered about these stares.

Mind you, Khan did sometimes, whenever he saw them being given, return with his own unnervingly frosty and unblinking glare, but this was the only thing that happened. A large majority of his time during the trek to what would be their new home was spent in Zinalya’s quarters, where he would predominantly occupy himself with either reading or daydreaming. His mind was a vast cathedral, and during these moments when he did the latter, he found that it was one which he could almost tangibly walk through and explore; a place lined with huge gleaming stained glass windows and containing countless passageways and halls. Khan had never really been a religious man, so the fact that this place in his mind could be described as a cathedral was something that he found unusual, but nonetheless, mentally taking this journey to said mind basilica always calmed him, even if just slightly.

"You’d damn well better not hurt her." Jim’s tone of voice while addressing this Augment four days later wasn’t particularly aggressive or vicious, but was nevertheless authoritative and, instead of it being out of anger, this command was spoken out of concern for his now former security chief and crewmate’s well-being.

"Oh how could I refuse such an order, captain?" Responded Khan, also not maliciously and instead with satire. He and Zinalya were standing on the Enterprise’s transporter pad, both carrying a duffel bag each that contained water, basic provisions and some clean clothes, after, a few minutes beforehand, she’d once again shared heartfelt goodbyes. 

This time it was with Scotty, Pavel, Uhura, Spock, Carol, Sulu, Kirk and Bones, all of which involving hugs, and now that she was about to complete the process of leaving behind her life in Starfleet, she’d additionally taken off the red operations division overshirt of her uniform dress, so now all that remained was its black layer underneath - this all-black colouring of her getup made her current appearance bear a small similarity to the man next to her.

"I... guess I’ll be seeing you round, sir." Stuck for how else he’d current emotions could be put into words, she chose these ones as she also suddenly found the inescapable weight on her chest at leaving her friends growing again.

Kirk smiled, him, Bones and Spock all experiencing this same growing weight but simultaneously being happy for the fact that this was all a decision she’d made without any coercion from Khan. "See you round, Zin."

"Perhaps we shall meet one another again at some point, even though we may not know when that point will be." Said Spock.

"Then that way if he stood ya up in the end we’ll get a chance to find out and do something about it." Added the CMO jokingly, earning a stare from the man in the black clothing and matching jet black hair. "I’m just kidding. But seriously, yeah: it’ll be great to see you again someday." His own smile that then emerged mirrored the captain’s, and Spock’s own was a tiny little upwards curl, more unnoticeable but still a virtue of his human half.

Zinalya nodded her head, her own mouth melting into the same warm expression. "I’d like that too."

Ceti Alpha V’s climate, from what the pair had gathered during the last few minutes, seemed to be a mild one. It was neither freezing cold nor blazing hot, or even leaning slightly towards either of these two temperature sides. It was just... ordinary, but they realised that this might be a time-specific climate and that it’ll get hotter or colder later, as this was an unfamiliar planet which therefore had unfamiliar weather seasons. 

However, all that mattered now was that the temperature and weather at this present moment were good and that it was now well and truly over. Both Zinalya and Khan were free to be together in their exile sentences on this world, and now that, as mentioned above, the events of this story were over and they’d actually reached their destination, they felt a new and previously unknown kind of undeniable bliss coursing through their veins, in their minds and hearts.

She’d spent a couple of these last few minutes gazing out at a flat area of land, a valley, to be precise, over a grassy hill which, like the aforementioned current temperature in the air, was neither what you’d call too high nor too low. Most of the valley’s ground seemed to be dusty and rocky, but there were grassy and viable crop-growing regions for the rest, all decorated with what appeared to be a stream stretching through one part of the valley.

"I think I’ve found a good place for us to set up!" Yelled out Zinalya, running back down the hill and towards where she and Khan had been beamed down to along with the seventy-two cryotubes containing his Augment companions. A few seconds before she’d left to go up the hill and take a look at the surrounding terrain, he’d told her that he was attempting to unfreeze and revive one of these seventy-two companions, although she hadn’t found out any more specific details such as their name or what they looked like, so when she finally reached this beam site again, she was mildly surprised when she saw another person standing and conversing with him. This other person seemed to be a woman, whose long ebony hair stretched down elegantly behind her back and whose eye colour was brown. She had a light brown skin tone and the way she carried herself gave off an elegance that applied to her entirety and not just her hair.

"You must be Miss Hamilton." Her voice, which was smooth and amicable not too unlike the chirp of a hummingbird, contained an Indian accent.

"Yeah, that’s right. I guess that means Khan just told you about me?"

"He did; he said you’re the one who was responsible for getting us here." The woman nodded her head and smiled sweetly, and while this exchange was taking place, she seemed to be leaning slightly against the side of the now open cryotube that he’d defrosted, most likely because of the initial grogginess from being awoken. "I’m Kati." She fully turned towards Zin and extended her right hand.

"Good to be meeting you." The half Trill replied in the same amicable manner, shaking Kati’s right hand with her own. "I’ve gotta say, you’re being a lot more friendly with me so far than I thought you were going to be."

The female Augment chuckled. "Well, from what I understand you were the kindest to Khan while I was still sleeping, and since then you still haven’t done anything that’s put any of us in danger, so you seem nice and friendly yourself. I thought I might as well treat you as such."

"We can’t make any promises regarding Joaquin’s own tolerance, however." This male one himself said. "He was what you might regard as the hothead in our group, and he doesn’t trust outsiders easily. But I’m certain that sooner or later he’ll learn to open himself up to you."

"So, shall we wake up the others?" Said Kati.

"Yeah, lets get to it." Zinalya nodded.

"I agree. You also said you’d found a place for us to establish our settlement?"

"It’s just over these hills. There’s a river and grasslands and everything."

He turned to Kati. "Your thoughts?"

"It sounds good enough to me."

"Very well then." He walked over to one of the other tubes, all of them sitting next to supply crates which the Enterprise crew - this ship having left again by now - had sent down in addition to help with the initial setup of their lives on this planet. His fingers went up to the circular keypad on the top of this particular tube and began to initiate the same process as he’d done with that of the black-haired woman.

"I’m just going up to have a look for myself at this place you found, I’ll be back in a minute." Said black-haired woman spoke to Zinalya again before setting off in the same direction the latter had come down from. This one whose own hair was burgundy went to stand next to Khan, looking down through the cryotube’s glass at the masculine face inside which gave off a hint of authoritativeness despite the eyes, the windows to the soul, being closed.

"This is Joaquin." The man with the porcelain skin told her when he noticed her looking down through the glass.

"Can you show me how to wake them up?" She looked back at this conscious one who’d just spoken. "You know, so that when Kati gets back it’ll all be done quicker with three pairs of hands?"

"Of course." The smile that appeared on Khan’s face as he gave this answer wasn’t that big but was soft and beautiful even so, the sight of this causing the same reaction on Zinalya’s. He then started to demonstrate the defrosting process on the keypad for her, going about it a little bit more slowly this time to make it easier for her to see every step, and she watched carefully.

[laurenpeeters-kucu]

Culturele Activiteit - Week 1 (21/09 – 25/09) – Tim Van Laere Gallery (Derde Slottentoonstelling Ben Sledsens)

Over de kunst(enaar)

Sledsens is een surrealistische kunstenaar die bekend staat om zijn kleurrijke schilderijen waarin hij elementen uit de middeleeuwen combineert met eigentijdse elementen (L’Officiel België, 2020). Tijdens de tentoonstelling waren enkel zijn werken van de afgelopen 2 jaar te zien.

Mijn ervaring als cultuurparticipant

Galerijen: een plek waar ik nooit durfde binnengaan. Ik dacht altijd dat een bezoek aan een galerij voor de rijkere groep van de bevolking was, waar ik niet bij hoor. Het idee van mannen in kostuum en vrouwen in chique kleren en hoge hakken is het beeld dat ik had bij het gedacht aan een galerij. Ik denk dat dit vooral komt door hoe een galerij wordt vertoond in films.

Bij aankomst aan de Tim Van Laere Gallery werd al direct duidelijk dat dit idee niet klopte. Mensen van mijn leeftijd op sneakers en met ‘totebags’ waren overal. Hierdoor voelde ik mij al direct veel meer op mijn gemak.

Ik vond dat de galerij goed bereikbaar was met openbaar vervoer (Waterpoort, Justitiepaleis en Kaaien). Bij het binnenkomen knikte één van de werknemers naar mij als begroeting en dat was het. Meer is voor mij ook niet nodig.

Mijn ervaring als bemiddelaar

+ De galerij is volledig vlak (geen trappen, geen opstapjes, ...) Dit maakt dat de galerij toegankelijk is voor mensen die in een rolstoel zitten of niet meer goed te been zijn.

+ Vrije toegang

+ Er stoppen veel trams en bussen in de buurt.

+ Tim Van Laere Gallery ligt in de buurt van nog andere galerijen die tentoonstellingen bieden in dezelfde, moderne stijl. Ook de architectuur in de wijk is de moeite waard om eens te bekijken.

+ Je kon aan de ingang ook een infopapier meenemen (Frans, Engels en Nederlands.

- De galerij ligt in de woonwijk ’t Nieuw Zuid. Een plek waar je bv. als toerist niet komt. Je moet als bezoeker dus echt wel weten dat daar een galerij is. Meer reclame zou hier bijvoorbeeld een goede oplossing voor kunnen zijn.

- Naast de ruimte waar de werken tentoongesteld worden, bevindt zich de kantoorruimte voor de werknemers. Ik zag dat hier ook nog enkele werken hingen van Sledsens. Deze kon je niet gaan bekijken omdat de kantoren niet toegankelijk zijn voor bezoekers.

- Op het infopapier stonden foto’s van de werken met de titel, materiaal en grootte op. Dit was wel vrij klein. Voor mij geen probleem, maar ik kan me inbeelden dat dit voor sommige mensen wel lastig zou kunnen zijn.

Did you know?

Sledsens heeft een relatie met Antwerpse modeontwerpster, Charlotte de Geyter, die hij leerde kennen toen ze beiden studeerden aan the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Antwerpen. Samen met haar moeder, Bernadette, ontwerpt Charlotte satijnen kleedjes. Charlotte (en haar kleedjes) zijn vaak te herkennen in de werken van Sledsens. Je kan zeggen dat zij zijn muse is. (The New York Times, 2018)

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[flamandt]

Een samenvatting van wat interactieve kunst zoal bedraagt en hoe het evolueerde doorheen de tijd. Verder kan je er ook voorbeelden bij vinden van interactieve kunst(enaars).

Door middel van deze bron kwam ik tot een betere kijk op interactieve kunst. Het gaf me een basis van wat het inhoudt en waar het vandaan komt, waar het nu de dag staat. Het diende ook als springplank voor verschillende referentiebronnen.

Het bracht (voor mij) ook meer inzicht in de connectie tussen (interactief) kunstwerk en kunstenaar.

[doorhannah]

Het vage begrip kunst; wat moeten we nou eigenlijk voelen?

Kunst. Ik moet heel eerlijk bekennen dat ik er soms maar weinig van snap. Dingen laten raken is iets wat je moet leren, denk ik. Misschien heeft het ermee te maken dat ik vroeger nooit veel musea heb bezocht. Of dat ik nooit echt heb opgelet bij de lessen handvaardigheid van die artistieke docente uit Den Haag, met haar stadse accent en cynische houding tegenover de dertig pubers in haar klas. Of dat ik er te nuchter voor ben. Tegen het eind van mijn tienerjaren vond ik kunst ineens reuze interessant, maar die liefde bekoelde op hetzelfde tempo als dat het ontstond. Sindsdien weet ik niet zo goed wat ik van kunst moet vinden. Wat ik er mee moet, hoe ik het moet laten raken.  Soms raakt het wel, soms ook totaal niet. Althans, dat hangt af van wat je onder kunst verstaat.

Ik houd van schoonheid. Schoonheid in kleine dingen, in grote dingen, in ‘gemaakte’ dingen, maar ook in natuurlijke dingen. De zon die bijvoorbeeld met schaduwen speelt, of hoe de bladeren aan de bomen zo magisch verkleuren als de wereld weer van seizoen wisselt. Ik houd van de kracht van beeld, van hoe je iemand heel puur, precies zoals diegene is, kunt vereeuwigen in pixels. Ik houd van woorden, van het samensmelten van letters in mooie verhalen. Ik houd van illustraties, van details en van street art in grote steden. Zo kan ik nog wel even doorgaan.

Ik ben gek op creatief denken en zelf dingen maken (zolang het geen schilderen of tekenen is, want dat kan ik écht niet). Ik ben een echte beelddenker. Maar kunst? Dat is een woord dat voor mijn gevoel iets heel anders betekent. Een woord dat gaat over grootmeesters met (on)bekende schilderwerken. Over bizarre installaties zoals de pindakaasvloer van Wim T. Schippers. Of over die gekke Française Orlan die zichzelf volledig toetakelt omdat zíj het kunstwerk is. En dat is nou precies de kunst waar ik vaak niet zoveel mee heb en waar ik niet zo goed van weet wat ik ermee moet.

Wat is kunst Wat mij meer aanspreekt dan het begrip kunst, zijn de woorden creativiteit en innovatie. En toch zijn deze drie naar mijn idee onlosmakelijk met elkaar verbonden. Zonder creativiteit geen kunst en zonder kunst geen innovatie. Maar ook: zonder creativiteit geen innovatie en zonder innovatie geen kunst.

Maar wat is kunst precies? Vooral een ingewikkeld woord, als ik het artikel ‘Over de betekenis van dat verwarrende woord ‘kunst’’ van controversiële kunstenares Tinkebell, pseudoniem van Katinka Simonse, op trouw.nl mag geloven. “De betekenis van kunst is onmogelijk vast te stellen zonder de context van het woord. Het kán betekenen dat iets nep is. Het kán betekenen dat iets geënsceneerd is. Maar er bestaat ook altijd de mogelijkheid dat kunst een grote spiegel van de realiteit is”, concludeert Tinkebell. Dat laatste ziet zij als ‘echte’ kunstenaar - want ze ziet niet iedereen die zichzelf kunstenaar noemt ook echt als kunstenaar - als haar werk. Een weerspiegeling van de realiteit dus.

Niet iedereen deelt die mening over het begrip kunst(enaar) met Tinkebell trouwens. Een van de opvallendste voorbeelden is misschien wel dat van kunstenaar Marcel Duchamp. Hij kwam met de revolutionaire visie dat iets kunst wordt zodra je het kunst noemt, schrijft Deborah Davis in het boek Andy Warhols Roadtrip. Als voorbeeld noemt Davis het urinoir dat Duchamp in 1917 kocht en onder de titel Fountain inzond voor een tentoonstelling. Hiermee wilde hij vaste vooropgezette meningen over kunst aan de kaak stellen door de aandacht te verschuiven van het object naar de interpretatie van dat object door de toeschouwer. Zo zie je maar hoe breed het begrip kunst is en dat de meningen hierover behoorlijk uiteenlopen.

Foto: Igor Miske voor Unsplash

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enaar replied to your quote: بحروفك القليلة .. تلمس أوتار قلبي .. فتعزف لحن...

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تم التعديل :)

[loafurkey-legacy]

Enaar - 7.

Dad’s gone, so it’s my turn to take over. Hi, I’m Sixel. I’m a vampire.

My dad left behind a book about his past as an enaar on his planet, but he wrote it in his language, which he didn’t bother teaching us. Though, when I look at it, it seems like I can pick up parts of it just by looking at it. I’m working on it.

I haven’t decided what I want to do with myself. I haven’t met any other vampires, but I’ve read all about them. Dad encountered one once, judging by the journal. He might still be around. I’ve heard about a place the local vampires reside...

That was easy.

The Vatores. Sibling vampires. They enjoy sparring, and I enjoy figuring out my powers. The brother, Caleb, is very strong.

Strength couldn’t match my luck, though.

Dad never met anyone of his own kind here. I’ve met two, so far, and I already know I want to keep their company.

One thing is clear in Dad’s book. “The work must continue.” There must always be a child. I don’t know why, but I have to have a kid. The kid must have the marks I do.

Lilith will be the means to that end.

My parents were married in the greenhouse. I chose to build a dedicated chapel. Lilith and her brother helped me in deciding the architecture. The wedding is about to begin.

She’s stunning, actually.

Gyreai slipped out at some point.

The wedding was nearly over, so I took some time to myself alone.

“Why is the portrait of your father in Gyreai’s room?” Lilith asked. “I don’t know. It’s where Mom put it after he died.” She peered at the painting. I cracked an eye -- she was scrutinizing the face. “What are you looking at?” “I’m not sure.” She shook her head and glanced over at me. “We should move this to the chapel.”

Gyreai returned after the wedding ended. He seemed shaken.

I saw some weird lights outside a day later. I “woke up” if you could call it that a few hours later. 

Mom disappeared for a bit of time too. She came back just as confused as Gyreai and me. Dad always told us about being careful, but... We’re not even well known. Something’s wrong.

Gyreai has put on some weight in weird places lately. I’m trying not to worry, but this can’t be a coincidence. We’re all missing time, and now Gyreai has...this.

“Have you seen Gyreai lately?” I asked. “No, I’ve been upstairs. What’s up?” “Lemme feel the little guy.” I felt her baby bump, prodding gently in spots. I stood up straight and clicked my tongue. “Gyreai has one of these.” “What?” Lilith said. “He was born male, right?” I nodded. “This is something else. Have you lost time, lately?” She shook her head. “I’m the only one that hasn’t.” “Ever since the wedding... The pregnancy test came back positive that night, didn’t it?” She frowned. “Yeah.” I thought hard, trying to piece it together -- but I came up short.

Lilith had hers. Eonaz, is his name. He lacks the mark my dad needed.

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Undeniable - Epilogue (Sad Ending): Whispers in Your Ear - Khan Noonien Singh x OC

Summary: After her plan failed and her dreams were dashed as a result, Zinalya has been left to deal with the pain from this.  Warnings: Angst again, and also mentions of alcohol abuse. 

After the fateful day in the courtroom - the day when there was going to be one of two verdicts given and the one which was picked in the end was the negative one - Zinalya spent the rest of that day in the company of her senior crewmates from the Enterprise, and then the next morning began travelling on her way to Canada to visit her parents. 

The feud between her and Spock and Bones seemed to have come to an end, which she was still grateful for, but she found it hard to focus on this gratitude for their understanding when the man who the matter itself revolved around had been taken away from her for the rest of her life. She spent almost the entirety of the journey back to her home country in immense surprise at what had happened, still not quite believing that things had turned out this way.

However, this soon changed once she’d finally reached her mother and father’s home, her childhood home, in Manitoba. As soon as Mason answered the door after she’d knocked upon it, she melted into hugging him, which he was much more than happy to return; as he put his arms around his youngest child comfortingly and gently patted her back, she told him what had taken place. What had happened to Khan. This latter man had been put back into cryosleep, never to be reawakened again. Somewhere between life and death. This fact that he wasn’t actually dead and was, effectively, only sleeping, made her feel like it was even more cruel than him actually being dead: she would never get the chance for it to happen, but there would still always be that option available to wake him up again. It was just an option which would always be out of her reach.

And then, as she fully explained the previous day’s events and this sentence he’d been given to Mason and Siazru, she eventually melted even further into a full onslaught of tears. They fell even more uncontrollably from her eyes with every time she said something as part of this recount she was giving, realising one three-word fact about the whole thing that she realised sounded childish but was simply the truth: it wasn’t fair. 

She did realise the crimes that Khan had committed, but she could additionally still remember how apologetic he was for getting himself and her into the entire situation as a result of them, and she also realised that this still wasn’t an excuse for her to be made to feel this way. To be made to feel as if her future had been snatched away from her in just the span of a few minutes.

At this moment, Zinalya’s mother wasted no time in shuffling towards her across the sofa that the three were sitting on and giving her a consoling hug of her own. 

"I know it hurts a lot right now, but it will get better." Siazru spoke to her half human daughter softly. The hearts of both the former and Mason ached at the sight of Zinalya being as upset as this - they’d felt pity and their own sadness for her when she’d cried on other occasions before, during her upbringing, but none quite a strong as what they felt on this particular one.

"I know it’s going to be hard, but yeah, you’ve got to keep holding on to hope." Mason added in agreement with his wife, in this same tone. "Because your mother’s right: it may very well take a while, but it’ll get better, that’s a promise." He shuffled over to her in addition and joined in as he and Siazru then both put their arms around Zin to amplify the solace they were trying to give her.

During the rest of her sabbatical to what had been the house she grew up in, which was another ten days after that one, Zinalya’s brothers Rajen and Enaar Hamilton, along with Enaar’s wife, Leah Hamilton, had come to this same house two days after her own arrival, so that they, too, could offer their comfort to her in her despair. 

Enaar, the middle-born sibling, worked in a publishing office, while Rajen, the oldest of the three, was an architect, and was still currently unmarried but was a person who Enaar and Zinalya had looked up to as children. Whenever there was a squabble between the latter two during these years, Rajen was usually the one who managed to break it up and calm his little brother and sister down. As before with their parents, many more hugs were shared with these two other hybrids and the spouse of one of them for this purpose of trying to comfort her, but after another few days Khan’s absence became harder and harder to even at least partially ignore. He was her other half, and the fact that this other half was still out there in the world and she’d never be allowed to be with him never stopped hurting no matter how many times she went over this same point in her head, meaning it was a fact whose pain that came with it would always be undeniable even with repetition. She felt, as a result, more incomplete than she’d ever felt in her life.

Even after this week and a half had gone and she was then back in San Francisco, either spending her free time in her apartment or going with her crewmates on the Enterprise to carry out errand orders for Starfleet once some repairs had gone underway - the ship’s proper rechristening wasn’t due until a little bit under a year on from then - it didn’t get any better. In fact, it actually lapsed into something worse. The hopeless longing for Khan, after a month or so, drove Zinalya into alcoholism. She especially grew to favour Romulan ale, but vodka and root beer were up there to make the top three, as well. Some days she’d lapse into thoughts about him and eventually then end up crying endlessly in private, and on others there was no crying involved, only a void within herself, but regardless of which of these two categories a day fit into when she did this reminiscing, she’d attempt to solve the problem with one of these three drinks.

On one particular night on the Enterprise, Scotty and Pavel had gone to her quarters to check on how she was, when they entered to find her clutching a large bottle of vodka in her right hand while sitting on her bed, with her back up against the wall and her legs stretched out in front of her, and at this point she was slightly drunk. 

For most of the rest of that night, these two closest friends of hers sat with her and listened as she explained to them that she still knew that Khan was in an eternal sleep and wasn’t going to try to pretend that this wasn’t the case, but that her use of alcohol helped her to forget how that fact felt to her. She was trying to forget the pain but without losing her grip on the reality of the situation in the first place.

Jim and the other senior officers grew to be just as worried about her as this pair, and also became emotional rocks for her, which was another thing she was grateful for. When push came to shove, she knew she could count on them to help each other out. It was now three months on from the main events of this story. She still smiled a lot less, and her behaviour was still noticeably different. Another void-oriented night in her apartment was in progress; tonight, though, she was beginning to rely on alcohol less compared to before, after her crewmates’ words encouraging her to not resort to something which could potentially destroy her. After downing the rest of her small bottle of beer, she reluctantly decided to call that a day and put the bottle down next to her as she turned on the cold tap in her bathroom and started splashing the water into her face. Zin momentarily looked up to see a woman with somewhat red and bloodshot eyes looking back at her before turning her gaze back down to the sink, turning off the tap again. She didn’t even have anything to remember him by except for the mission reports from three months ago - no photos, no nothing. It was as if he’d vanished into thin air.

And then, via her ever-changing train of thought, she remembered the name of the facility where he and the rest of his crew were apparently being held: Sierra-Lambda 3. A highly secret and also very heavily guarded outpost on the outskirts of New York City whose location she and the rest of the high-ranking Enterprise crewmembers were aware of.

A place where there was a possibility of being able to enter that little bit more easily due to being a Starfleet member.

Her emotion of sadness slowly began to erode away into a sense of hope and calculation. 

She could practically feel, in addition, some kind of newfound inner voice calling to her and beckoning her. Go on, go on, it whispered. Go off the script and colour outside the lines; you’re going to have to break the rules if you want him back. Yes. She could hear herself mentally responding, after a few seconds, to this inner urge. I’ll accept these terms, let’s do it. Let’s get him back...

There were no details just yet, but an idea was forming in Zinalya’s head that was growing to be more and more appealing with every moment, to the point where she slowly looked up again from the sink and grinned darkly, her irises shrinking a tiny little bit as well. Had she been in a different frame of mind right now, she probably would’ve ended up frightening herself upon seeing this grin looking back at her in the mirror, but she had bigger things on this mind of hers at the moment.

After three months of almost nonstop despair at her future being taken away, she’d finally regained the prospect of undoing that event. This situation called for drastic measures - if she and Khan wouldn’t legally be allowed to be together, she would have to take the non-legal course of action and rescue him herself.

"I’ll come and find you, Khan." She said out loud to herself at a quiet volume. "Someday, somehow, I’ll wake you up and get you out of there."

[loafurkey-legacy]

Enaar - 6. Sunset

Liok’s death has awakened some primal, horrible energy within Sixel. He doesn’t speak to much of anyone anymore. What he does say is spat. Troublingly, the marks present on me -- the device so important to the work -- have revealed themselves. I can sense great sadness within him, but I sense something more. Physically, he changed rapidly. His brilliant eyes have gone dark, and a hunger lies within them.

Gyreai has become similarly distant, but where Sixel seems to have become misanthropic, Gyreai is silent.

I have made mistakes in my life, but none haunt me like this. The feelings I have over my failure to protect Liok are precisely why I was cast here. Others of my race feel nothing. A piece removed from play, nothing more.

I am thankful that I and my comrades -- wherever they may be -- can feel these feelings, but they make me want a reprieve. If only briefly.

I have finally entered the twilight. My time is short. Sixel will need to continue my work -- there is no alternative. The energy to continue this record wanes.

Sixel wouldn’t allow anyone to go upstairs for a time. When he came down, he had a sour look. He immediately went to Gyreai and had a heated -- but damnably whispered -- argument. I cannot be certain what they spoke of.

At any rate, it was time for Sixel’s birthday.

His changes seemed to revert or at least stabilize once he reached full maturity. The enaar mark is still visible and somewhat malformed, but it has a new stability to it. My faith in him has grown.

I have made it clear to him that he is to keep as low a profile as possible. He already stands out, and it seems vampires are -- somehow -- more accepted in this world than aliens, but my time on this world is meant to be in exile. Still, it is up to him to follow his own path. I cannot stop him.

It is time for me to make peace. The work must continue.

I regret what I am leaving here, but I do not regret my time here. Little Liok -- I cannot bear to think of him, anymore. He would have been classmates with Gyreai, now. In the end, neither of them will make a difference to the work.

Good night, family.

[loafurkey-legacy]

Enaar - 4. New Year

It looks like we will have a snowy wedding.

Or perhaps not. Good for putting up the decoration, though -- it’s still very, very cold, but at least I didn’t have to put banners up in a blizzard.

The ceremony will be in the greenhouse. We moved the plants inside -- hopefully they won’t mind too much. It’s a big day.

The wedding is about to begin.

Waiting for the guests to arrive.

And that’s that.

Just like that, my dear companion is...

...gone.

Perhaps he and Sonia are related, or maybe he doesn’t like my choice of lawn gnome. Salt in the wound.

Neither of us are feeling the Winterfest spirit very much, but traditions have a way of helping you through periods of sadness.

A Winterfest miracle. The work can continue.

Ah, here he is. Took him long enough.

Welcome back, my friend.

Happy New Year, Kwalim.

[loafurkey-legacy]

Enaar - 3. New Memories

Sonia left after I tried to explain things. She seemed confused, which...makes sense.

My beloved Kwalim! I believe he hibernated until he was able to locate me, but I cannot be certain. Regardless of how he survived and trudged through the snow, he is here now.

I have been informed by Sonia (who despite everything seems to still like me, sort of) that it is “alien night” at the bar, and I will get discounted drinks.

I didn’t know she knew I was an alien, but I suppose I did wipe her memory. It was a bit sparkly for a while. Hm.

I took my son with me because I love him. The humans don’t seem to mind his odd coloration. It’s surprising he looks almost exactly like a dog, considering he is from another planet. Then again, I also look human, so.

I chose to sleep in the tent tonight, to experience the cold. And Kwalim was being annoying.

Kwalim grew just in time for Winterfest. He asked for a walk in the early morning -- and I obliged.

Sonia has gotten married. I missed my opportunity.

I must have a child soon, or it will be too late.

Another day, another librarian. I have vowed not to use any of my tricks on her -- at least for now. This one is Reagan Reeves, and she has a...singularly striking appearance. No other human has been this easy to talk to. She had to get back to work, so I went home.

I explored her presence online when I got there, and she has curious tastes. She rather obviously loves books, but she also has a penchant for zealous attacks on those she deems possessing of undesirable ideals. These ideals include...most.

After some...difficult...false-starts, I managed to convince her that I am not a horrible person. The ruse of humanity proved fruitless, however -- my kind very easily display our emotions, even through our shapeshifting. To her credit, she was interested instead of disgusted.

Well. At least some things are analagous.

She agreed to a more formal date, so I took her to a local bar. I enter hopeful.

It has been some time. I tried proposing to her as is custom, but I must have done it wrong -- she declined. She did, however, accept moving in with me. I don’t quite understand the difference.

I will bring up the idea of children soon. The work must continue.

As Kwalim reaches the twilight of his present incarnation, I am reminded that my own twilight fast approaches. I have begun to study these mysterious vampires, but there is only so much I can do through books alone.

I wish I were more scientifically-minded than I am. My comrades back home would be better suited here on this virgin world. At least, I assume they’re back home still. I suppose if they all followed my path, then they’re either dead or here with me...somewhere.

The house has been remodeled quite heavily. Like a molting insect, the space within the new carapace is welcome.

We are true friends, in the end. It’s a strange feeling, to fall in love with someone. Even more when you are hiding such an important part of yourself. So I decided to bare my soul. Be true to her, so I could be true to myself.

Let’s try that again.

Perhaps it is fate that erasing Sonia’s memory led me to Reagan. I haven’t yet decided if I believe in fate, but perhaps this will be enough to convince me.

I have doubts that my love for her is as honest as it seems. There is pressure on me to continue the work -- how can I know if that pressure is what has created this love?

In the end, maybe it doesn’t matter. I have a wedding to plan.

[loafurkey-legacy]

Enaar - 2. Strange Traditions

Tech support is dreadful, I have come to learn. A horrible woman yelled at me for an hour over a refund. But on this planet pain begets wealth, and I have built the shell of a home for myself. It’s empty inside and very dark, but it will keep my safe from the elements. Autumn approaches quickly, and with that, winter. My first here. I can only hope my companion finds a warm place to stay.

I have pieced together the semblance of a computer out of spare parts from work. I’ve found solace from this darkness in video games -- a welcome distraction from the world’s ills.

Ah, the lilies have grown. Much of the plantlife of this world is beautiful.

It’s fall now, and the lilies do not want to grow any longer. This shelter I have constructed over it will hopefully prolong the time before they go dormant. While they are pretty, I more wish to study how they grow.

Something horrible has come.

Sonia asked to come to my home, and I said yes.

She kicked over my trash can.

A gnome has appeared in my house.

And outside my house. The locals refer to this holiday as “Harvestfest.” This behavior is apparently typical.

No thank you.

I have skimmed the internet for information about these vampires, but it seems the only way to get true analysis is by finding books by trustworthy authors. A task for another day.

I’ve become accustomed to Sonia’s visits. It seems she is somewhat fond of me as well. It would be helpful to have another pair of hands in my work, but...I can think of nothing more maddening than pretending to be human while living with a real human.

Winter has come.

The weather made me feel I should make a move. I did, and failed miserably (apparently humans do not court in similar ways). In my haste I erased her memory, and...it seems as though it was particularly effective. She has no idea who I am or anyone is, or where she is, or what day it is...

I’ve made a grave mistake.