#hens and roosters photo series

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Hens and Roosters Fly the Coop and Strut Into the Spotlight in Alex ten Napel’s Portraits

[nickyroethemarinebiologist]

Hello this is my presentation on what animals Les Mis characters would be except I'm only 500ish pages into the book so it's very short list at the moment

I decided almost IMMEDIATELY that Valjean would be some sort of owl, despite what I believe is the most popular interpretation being him as a lion. I was thinking of that one chapter in the book where he's referred to as an owl (the one called 'a nest for owl and wren' I think??) and decided yes absolutely that is 100% it. So then my first thought was a snowy owl, since they're pretty fucking big and also white (I'm not too bothered for hair colours and what have you in the rest of these but for Valjean it seemed pretty important) but the snowy owl look just wasn't doing it for me!! (something about their look was a little too intense, I guess??) And then! I remembered the barn owl (which is, by the way, probably my favourite owl). And yeah I might be a little biased towards them but they have a sort of gentle look while still being, y'know, owls (notoriously pretty dangerous predators). And of course, owls are nocturnal.

Also, just look at them!! The vibe is perfect, I'm certain of it.

(And!! While most barn owls have that light brown colouring, there have been white ones!! So the hair colour problem is all good)

Javert was a LOT more trouble (which I wasn't anticipating, after the easy pick for Valjean). He HAD to be some sort of wolf/dog-adjacent animal, that was the one and only condition (though I did briefly consider a horse. Just because he has a horse in both the 2018 BBC series and the 2012 movie??). A hyena was my first immediate pick (yeenvert <3) but it wasn't QUITE there and I was struggling desperately for some other idea. AND THEN! I decided, if no horse, why not a vaguely horse-shaped dog? Which led to a short list of hounds (scottish deerhound, irish wolfhound, ibizan hound) which I sort of juggled in my mind for a bit before finally deciding I kind of liked the scruffy deerhound vibe. They're very sweet dogs, as far as I know, so in that respect maybe not so accurate, but they definitely have the capacity to be foreboding in the same way most hounds have. They're also pretty tall!

(And yes I KNOW I said I wasn't fussed for colours but the grey on these guys is actually perfect for my mental image of Javert so! It's a happy accident!)

I knew pretty immediately that the bishop would be some sort of rooster. I have absolutely no reason for this other than the vibe was too perfect to ignore (though I think I might have been inspired by some gif of the bishop an old Les Mis movie where there were chickens in the background). So then I went on Wikipedia and ran through a list of roosters until I found this magnificent little beast, a faverolles rooster. I found on my not-so-extensive research journey that these guys are super gentle and apparently very hilarious, which, yeah, that's absolutely him <3

The bishop's sister (Mademoiselle Baptistine?) also gets a chicken. Because yeah they're related but also I just think it really fits her. Or maybe I'm biased, idk, I do really love chickens. I don't really have much to say about her which I am so so sorry for because I do really like her!! But she's a swedish flower hen

And Madame Magloire was going to be a chicken (before I gave that to the bishop's sister instead) but I later landed on some sort of donkey. Again, I haven't got much reason for this but the vibe is there!! I promise you!! I switched between a bunch of different donkey breeds (all of which I had never heard of before but I absolutely love, by the way. Go check out a provence donkey) and then i found the bourbonnais donkey, which is just perfect to me. If I have ever been certain of anything it's this.

(There's a disappointing amount of donkey photos on the internet. Where are they all!!)

I was going to save Fauchelevent for a different post but i really like him so he's here too. I was pretty sold on him as a sheep at first, and I very nearly left it at that but then!! I learned of a cashmere goat, which was not only a lot closer to how I imagine him but also they look cool as hell!! So I thought, okay, that was easy, but something still wasn't sitting quite right. The goat idea was absolutely perfect, but the cashmere goat was too far in the direction away from the sheep idea (which I'm still very attached to). So instead I went for an angora goat! Which apparently do something pretty close to gardening for a goat (eating/destroying nuisance plants and improving pastures) so it was almost too perfect to pass up. Also their horns are pretty awesome

(It's very funny to me personally that Valjean is an owl while Fauchelevent is a goat. Yes, we are brothers, the bird and the goat. Makes perfect sense)

I was going to give Cosette one in this post too but I'm not 100% sure of hers yet!! So she'll have to wait. I apologise deeply.

[xtruss]

In the Netherlands, Alex ten Napel makes miniature runways in barns and backyards to capture the essence of chickens such as this Polish rooster. “I consider them walking pieces of art,” he says.

See These Chickens Go From Coop To Catwalk

Fancy, feathered, and fascinating, these birds surprised portrait photographer Alex ten Napel with their beauty and charisma.

— By Jason Bittel | Photographs By Alex Napel | January 6, 2023

A chicken “is not just an animal that gives us eggs,” says Alex ten Napel, who’s been roaming his home country of the Netherlands in search of farm fowl since 2014. Taking inspiration from Melchior d’Hondecoeter, a 17th-century Dutch artist known for his work with birds, ten Napel uses lighting, backdrops, and an elevated, catwalk-like stage to bring chickens out of the coop and into an entirely new context.

Top: A Twentse rooster takes his turn on the runway. While breeders prioritize conformation, ten Napel prizes character. Bottom: The Brabanter breed has been associated with the Netherlands since Dutch artist Melchior d’Hondecoeter depicted some of the birds in 1676.

“What I hope you see in the photos is that chickens can be proud beings or funny beings,” he says. “They can be like gymnasts or ballerinas. Not what most people think of when you talk about chickens.”

Left: It may seem as if this Polish hen is missing a face, but she’s simply shying away from the camera. Right: Like a singer belting out a show tune, this Dutch bantam rooster uses his time in the spotlight to crow.

Compared with people, chickens like the Polish hen above are quite patient models, ten Napel says.

Left: Polish roosters and other showy chickens are bred for competition, not consumption. Right: Scientists think humans first domesticated chickens between 7,000 and 10,000 years ago. Pictured here, a Polish hen.

While each animal has different characteristics, ten Napel has noticed the emergence of some patterns throughout his travels. Roosters, or male chickens, tend to be large, visually striking, and imposing, he says. But it’s the females ten Napel finds himself drawn toward. “I have a heart for the hens. They’re so vulnerable,” he says. “They move me in a way that I want to protect them.”

Left: Appearing to sport a ceremonial headdress, a Polish rooster stands tall for his portrait. Right: Show chickens, such as this Polish hen, are bred for their external attributes, including color patterns and feather shapes.

Left: Ten Napel first came face-to-face with a chicken while he was camping in the Pyrenees Mountains about 10 years ago. He felt an immediate connection to the species, which then became his main photographic muse. Pictured here, a Polish chicken. Right: The European Association of Poultry, Pigeon, Cage Bird, Rabbit, and Cavy Breeders recognizes more than a hundred breeds of chickens, from the Polish (shown here) to the Brabanter and the Dutch bantam.

A specialist in portrait photography, ten Napel focused on people—usually children and older adults—for 25 years. The chickens, he says, have reignited his passion for this type of photography. “I can’t direct them. I have to be patient and feel how they will show themselves,” he adds. “Everything they give you is a gift.”

On his bird-friendly runway, ten Napel coaxes a model to strut its stuff for the camera.

Though ten Napel has occasionally tried to train his lens on other subjects since falling for fowl, nothing else seems to capture his interest so completely. “This year I went back to the breeders,” he says, “and I’m shooting the next series until, well, I can’t photograph anymore.”

[urban-homesteading]

How to make money from a Mini Farm: a mini series

Due to the popularity of my post on how to make money from your mini farm, I’ve decided to go point by point and expand on each one

Selling eggs for eating

1) Hens only, roosters forbidden

If you selling eggs for consumption, they will be easiest to sell if they are unfertilized.  This is what the consumer market is used to, and some people are grossed out by eating what could become a chick. Though studies are unclear if eating fertilized eggs is any different than eating sterile eggs, some studies do show that there are more amino acids in fertilized eggs.  You could easily market your fertilized eggs as free roaming hens living a natural fulfilled life and sell these eggs to people who are willing to pay more for their eggs to come from happy hens.

2) Know your laws

Egg laws are different from state to state.  You’ll need to be sure to check the regulations for your particular area and comply with them.  You can see a comprehensive list of each states laws governing selling eggs on the National Egg Regulatory Officials website – NERO.

3) Keep track of how many eggs your hens produce

It’s good to have an average weekly egg count.  Knowing your average and your personal use will let you determine how many eggs you’ll have to sell each week. Traditionally, eggs are sold by the dozen or half dozen.

4) Packaging your eggs

You have a few options when it comes to packaging your eggs; but again be sure you comply with the regulations for your state.  First, you can put your eggs in containers similar to those you find in stores.  As an environmentally friendly blog, I recommend that you ask friends or family for egg cartons or post on Craigslist or Facebook marketplace requesting used, clean cartons.  You could also ask your buyers to bring their own containers and offer a discount if they do. 

5) What to call your eggs

When you are selling eggs you need to know egg terminology. Hens can be cage-free – still contained in a specific area.  Or free-range – given nearly limitless access to plants, bugs, dirt, etc.  Then you have to consider the feed offered. What about organic?  Soy free? You’ll need to decide where your eggs fit in.  Remember your hens are not free-ranging chickens just because they are not in a cage. The pricing of your eggs can vary a great deal, depending on the options you offer.

6) Pricing

In Phoenix, organic, free-range, soy-free eggs go for $7-$8 a dozen at the Farmer’s Market; and they sold out.  But you’ll need to do some market research.  Start with your local stores, farmer’s markets and then check ads on Craigslist or local Facebook groups.  Make sure you’re pricing with the market.

But remember if you’re offering a superior product you can charge more, but you’ll need to back that up with the reasoning.  People love to see where their food comes from.  Keep pictures of your hens and I encourage you to make a Facebook business page for your hens so that people can click through the photos and see that you’re not just all talk.  It helps to have a picture of their feed bag available so people can see the ingredients and quality.

7) Finding your customers

Start with those you know.  Put an offer out on your Facebook or Instagram with what you have available.  You might consider a Craigslist ad or putting up a flyer in a local community area. If you have a lot of eggs you might consider renting space at a local farmer’s market – but you will need to adjust your prices to cover your expenses.

8) Growing your business

So what do you do if selling eggs is taking off and your hens can’t keep up? Well you can limit your orders and keep a waiting list for future clients if someone decides to stop buying.  You can always consider adding girls to your flock – but weigh out the profit to expense and time for care.  Remember that although they have a reputation for being stupid, chickens are living creatures who feel happiness, fear, excitement, and sadness.  Make sure your hens are all well cared for before increasing your flock just for profit. If you are starting to get stretched thin, you can always set up hens with friends who would like eggs in payment for caring for a few chickens in their space; they get their set amount of eggs for the work and you get the rest to sell.

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Family - TDC Post-Canon series 1

Ok so this originally was a post canon one-shot but then I really liked the idea so I’m going to do more of these focussing on Arsinoe from TDC to old age likely and all of the things that entails. 

Also, I couldn’t let go of the idea that Billy has more siblings, so I made them! Enjoy!

And then he leans close and kisses her tenderly, as the rooster clucks happily between them (fdf).

Arsinoe feels warmth flood through her, from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes as Billy’s gentle but firm hands hold her close at the waist. She missed him, missed him like he was a part of her that she lost. In a way, she guesses, he is. Finally they hear a throat clear behind them and she wants to scowl at Jules. She pulls away to glare at her friend only to realise it was actually a passing lady in a ghastly dress who obviously didn’t approve of her and the man she loves kissing on the street. She sticks her tongue out and the woman looks even more scandalised. Billy chuckles and buries his smiling face in the hair sitting against her collar, his hand fisting in her vest.

“We should probably go inside before those pants give someone a heart attack,” Billy says and takes her hand, leading her up the path. Right before they get to the door, he pauses and finally seems to remember that she still has a chicken in her vest. He gestures with his hand and she passes him the chicken. He darts around the side of the house and after a minute, he’s back empty-handed. She tilts her head slightly and he shrugs.

“There may be a semi-chicken coop in the backyard,” Arsinoe smiles and ignores the way Jules mouths ‘semi?’ to no one in particular as they finally make it in the door, where the sounds of ladies conversation drifts from the main room. But Arsinoe doesn’t tense up like she used to. She’d been to war now, which means the thought of society ladies was only slightly less daunting. Only by a little bit. Billy looks horrified though and pauses just inside the door.

“I just remembered that my mother has been ambushing me with ladies with the hopes of marrying me off,” he pressed a kiss to her hair. “Thank God you’re here again to save me,” Arsinoe squeezed his hand before holding an arm out, gesturing for him to lead them into the room. 

Ruth Chatworth looks exactly like Arsinoe remembered, obviously not a fan of change, but Arsinoe had to admit she now understood why the woman never wore black. It definitely did not suit her pale complexion. However, her calm smile and light shoulders gave away no mourning, like she actually only wore black and closed the windows for show. Arsinoe likes her a hell of a lot more for it.

Christine Hollen sits on the loveseat facing away from the doorway but turns when Ruth sees Arsinoe and stops speaking mid sentence. Christine seems just as surprised as Ruth does.

“Hello Arsinoe,” Ruth says, standing and approaching her, obviously appraising her pants, vest and longer hair. She then seems to spot Jules behind Arsinoe and seems affronted at the clothes and the cougar at her side. “Who is your friend and why is there a large animal in my house?” Arsinoe almost wants to laugh.

“Hi Ruth. This is my best friend and the Queen Crowned of Fennbirn, Jules Milone. The big cat is Camden, her familiar,” Ruth pursed her lips at Camden but seemed unwilling to enter into a debate about it. Arsinoe sidled past her and sat down next to Christine with a smile. The Governor’s daughter looked lovely (as usual) in a sky blue dress, her blonde curls tied back in an elegant chignon. “How are you, Christine?” She looks affronted but quickly catches herself.

“I’m well, Arsinoe. Are you going to be sticking around this time?” She says, sipping her tea demurely. Arsinoe smiles gently and leans over to make her own tea. 

“I will actually Christine. My business on Fennbirn is over and I have no interest to go back,” she said, picking up a sugar cube. Christine hummed.

“And your sister?” Arsinoe’s hand froze halfway to her cup before pursing her lips and considering. She didn’t have to be a member of polite society to know that telling Christine how Mirabella died was too heavy for afternoon tea. It was too heavy for any time of day really, but sunny afternoon tea especially.

“She died in the war,” Arsinoe settled on, finally dropping the sugar cube into her teacup. Christine went quiet for a beat.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Arsinoe. I know you and her loved each other immensely” the socialite says gently and Arsinoe nods in recognition, taking a sip of her tea.

“Thank you, Christine,” the conversation was interrupted by Billy, Jules, Jane and Ruth coming to sit with them. Billy sat right next to her and put a hand on her knee, a movement not missed by Christine, but she didn’t comment

“So, Arsinoe, what business bought you back to New Estra?” Ruth said and Arsinoe knew exactly what she meant by that. 

Arsinoe sipped her tea and sighed. 

“Well, Ruth…”

~ 6 Months ~

Arsinoe didn’t have a whole lot of experience with children. She liked children and was pretty sure that they didn’t outright hate her back, but she had never really spent extended periods of time around them, Finn excluded. Which is why she was viscerally surprised to wake up to one crawling over her.

“Uncle Billy, don’t you know girls have cooties?” The child said and Arsinoe turned, slightly offended and ready to assert, rather childishly she must admit, that she did not, in fact, have “cooties.” The red-headed child (that she only recognised from photos on the mantle in Ruth’s drawing room) wasn’t paying attention to her though, instead waiting for an answer from Billy, who was groaning.

“John, she doesn’t have cooties. What are doing in here?” Billy says, sitting up so that he was at eye-level with the child.

“Mumma told me to come get you up. She wants to meet Ar-“ he seems to stumble over her name and instead points to her.

“Arsinoe,” Billy and Arsinoe say at the same time and John nods before climbing over Arsinoe, his knee going straight in her gut, and jumping down. 

“Sorry,” John says.

“All good, kid,” she says, waving him off and he runs back out again. Arsinoe turns to Billy, confused. “Who exactly was that?” Billy kisses her cheek to say good morning before leaning his forehead against her shoulder.

“My nephew,” he says and she raises an eyebrow, “my oldest sister’s kid. She lives in Bevellet and John wasn’t a great traveller when he was younger so I don’t get to see her very often. But if Viv’s here then so is Henri and her husband so be prepared,” Arsinoe clicks her tongue in acknowledgement and rolls out of bed. From her side of the wardrobe she pulls a pretty forest green jumpsuit (something she had designed and sewed herself, much to Ruth’s shock and vague horror) and the ribbon that went with it to go in her hair before going into the ensuite to change.

When she comes out, Billy is buttoning his shirt up and Arsinoe grabs a necktie. She wraps it around his collar and uses it to pull him in for a quick kiss. 

“Compared to your mother, how scared should I be of your sisters?” Billy smiles.

“You’ll be fine,” he says, taking the tie from her hands and tying it before offering his hand and leading her out the door.

The kitchen was loud when they got downstairs and the sound only escalates when the people in the room notice the pair. Billy lets go of his hand to go hug two women who she gathers must be his older sisters and two men approach her, smiling.

“And you must be the newest addition to the family,” one of them says. He’s just taller than her (though that was saying a lot) and broad in the shoulders, with red hair and a truly impressive moustache. He’d be intimidating if he didn’t have such clear laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. “I’m John Moore Sr, Viv’s husband, and this is Edward Allen, Henrietta’s husband,” Edward was shorter than both of the two and lanky, with clear blue eyes and brown-gold hair. He seemed quieter than his brother-in-law but his presence wasn’t uncomfortable by any means. She stuck out her hand to them and shook with a smile.

“Arsinoe Queen, it’s a pleasure to meet you gentleman. I believe I met your son already John. He’s lovely, even if he may have bruised my ribs,” she says with a smile and John tilts his head.

“I’ll make sure he apologises for that, miss Queen, we wouldn’t want to scare off the only woman willing to keep Chatworth, after all,” Arsinoe’s eyebrows raised in surprise before she chuckled.

“Eh, he’s not so bad,” she says, making John laugh and turn to the rest of the group. 

“Chatworth, look after this one, she’s a gem,” he calls and Billy smiles and winks at Arsinoe before both have their attentions drawn by a kind feminine voice sitting at the table.

“Well, don’t keep her sequestered, let us meet her,” John nodded and gestured for Arsinoe to move past the two men, where she finally got a glimpse at the two people she hadn’t yet met. Both were women in their twenties who shared Billy’s warm features and she smiled at them, sitting on the chair Jane had vacated.

“Hi Arsinoe,” one of them said, taking her hand to shake. “I’m Henrietta, but most people just call me Henri or Hen,” she smiled with a grin she recognised on Billy’s face and she can’t help but smile back, matching her energy. 

“Hen, don’t try anything until she’s met all of us,” the woman sitting next to them says and Arsinoe turns to meet her. She leans forward to shake but is hindered but a very pregnant stomach. Arsinoe leans forward to meet her in the middle. “ I’m Viviana, Viv if you will. I think you met my son in the last half hour. Ignore any schemes himself or my sister try to drag you into,” Arsinoe laughs slightly.

“I only involve myself in schemes when I can’t be caught, don’t worry,” she hears Billy snort from behind her, “Billy may attest differently but ignore that,” Viviana smiles and pats her hands, letting them go in favour of continuing to eat her breakfast.

~ 3 years ~

“Welcome to this month’s meeting of The Chatworth Spouse Club,” John says, smiling as they clink their beer glasses together. Edward smiles.

“This month we finally can officially add a new member to the Club,” he says, turning to Arsinoe, who was tapping her new wedding band on her glass. “Welcome Arisnoe, to the best kept secret in the family,” he said, loud pride in his usually subdued voice.

“Thanks gents. Is this Club only for official spouses or will we be inviting Penworth into the fold soon,” she smiled with joy as they scoffed in unison.

“He wouldn’t be invited even if Jane was unfortunate enough to marry that wet sock,” John said, making his companions cough but not disagree. “Let’s just admit now that Penworth would spoil our nights away from spouses and children by being his usual self,” Arsinoe tilts her head in agreement. 

“I’m surprised how happy you are at the thought of being away from home, John,” Arsinoe says, sipping her drink.

“Oh no home is great,” Joh says with his usual wide smile, “It’s just with the new baby on the way and three already… well, here, it’s nice to talk to adults every now and then. Edward would agree, right, Ed?” John says and Edward nods.

“Yeah, Henri and the twins are handfuls all the time so breaks are important. But also I can’t wait to be home with them whenever I leave. Why didn’t either of you warn me how much you miss your kids when you’re away,” he sighs lovingly and Arsinoe raises her hands. 

“Don’t look at me, I don’t have children to speak on. Blame John,” Edward smiles at her before turning his smart eyes on John.

“When are you gonna get to doing that by the way, missy?” John deflects back to her and she shrugs with a smile.

“It’ll happen when it happens and besides, I’m never gonna complain that I don’t enjoy just Billy and me. Not that we haven’t had fun trying,” she admits with a small blush and John whistles with a laugh.

“Well, drink up folks so I can kick your asses at darts,” he says and Arsinoe drinks her beer, trying not to laugh. Neither of them had ever beaten Edward at darts. They probably never would if they were being honest with themselves, but she still had a blast trying.

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[ducktracy]

130. let it be me (1936)

release date: may 2nd, 1936

series: merrie melodies

director: friz freleng

starring: bernice hansen (emily, hens)

this has an interesting backstory. bing crosby has actually SUED warner bros over 2 cartoons. it’s common knowledge that he’s at least sued over one cartoon, which is bingo crosbyana, also released in 1936. however, he also sued over this one too—and lost both. you’ll see why, but he sued over unflattering depictions of him. bing would be a common celebrity featured in many a cartoon, as well as fellow crooner frank sinatra. if i remember correctly, i had heard that he didn’t like his portrayal in frank tashlin’s iconic swooner crooner, the only porky cartoon to get nominated for an academy award. so, with that! crooner bingo has won the hearts of millions, including country bumpkin emily. emily’s husband isn’t too enthused when bingo and emily start hanging out with each other and get too close for comfort.

a gaggle of lovestruck hens crowd around the outside of a radio station, all trying to listen to the warbly strains of bingo crosby’s (as he’s not so subtly named in this cartoon) voice. sure enough, mr. bingo is recording the title song “let it be me”, cozying up to the microphone and putting on his shtick.

no hen is immune to bingo’s charming voice. a flock of adoring hens crowd around a radio, complete with a framed photograph of bingo on top, as if the radio is some sort of shrine to a feathery, crooner god. one hen in particular struggles to join in with the crowd, almost like a kitten trying to squeeze in with the rest of its litter to get some of its mothers milk.

elsewhere, a scene reused from i wish i had wings (and would again be tailored in wise quacks to fit daffy and his wife) has an adoring hen embracing her own personal photo of bingo while listening to the radio. her husband walks in, and quickly she hides the photo behind her back. the husband demands to see what it is she’s hiding, turning off the radio so she can give him her full attention. she eventually gives up and peeks out of her hands in giddy embarrassment as the husband ogles at the photo. to say the least, he isn’t too pleased—he throws the picture on the ground and stomps all over it for good measure, leaving her in tears. the plight that is bing crosby!

bingo wraps up his recording session, and struts outside of the radio shack, parting the waters that is his adoring fans. he tips his hat and tugs on his bow tie, bidding them a sly “good morning, girls.” the hens giggle and guffaw and blush in response, as if every single movement he makes is the funniest thing in the world. bingo meanders along his way, accompanied by a lovely underscore of “i wanna woo”, which would be prominently featured in the opening portion of porky’s romance. bingo, ever the charmer, coyly tosses his boutonnière to his fans, and a cock fight ensues as the hens tackle each other for the flower. an oldie but goodie for sure.

some nice juxtaposition: we fade out on the calm, cool, and collected bingo crosby and fade in on a hayseed, dopey farmer who is clearly the opposite in every which way of the former. he merrily struts along with a bouquet of handpicked flowers. he knocks on the door of a rural house, and out comes a quaint little country bumpkin hen. a precursor to the dopey voice kent rogers and later mel blanc would perform in their cartoons (very beaky buzzard-esque), the rooster guffaws “ah-i-i bought you some posies, emily,” dragging his feet around as he giggles while emily smells the bouquet. emily squeaks out a “thank you!” as the two yokels flirt together.

there’s a lovely undershot of a long, fancy, quite frankly intimidating orange car rolling down the dirt road. it’s none other than bingo, honking his many horns (each imitating his voice, giving a “booboobooboo”—a favorite to use amongst all WB directors with their interpretations of bing) to mark his arrival. emily cries “ooh, there’s mister bingo!” and drops her flowers as she rushes over to the end of the driveway, her husband obviously hurt.

bingo screeches to a halt at the front of their driveway. emily is tickled pink to see him, and her husband... not so much. bingo tips his hat and croons “good morning, my pretty maid.” she giggles and covers her face as bingo checks her out for a prolonged amount of time, evidently to his liking. a great visual as emily’s husband (i guess moreso boyfriend, but we’ve gone this far already so i’ll just keep it as husband loosely) literally turns green with envy, kicking the ground in aggravation. “how’d you like to go for a ride, baby, and i’ll show you the sights of the city?” a country bumpkin going out into the city—joy! emily eagerly accepts bingo’s invitation and hops right in his car. with that, the two speed off and the poor rooster is left to his own devices.

a very creative transition: fade out on the bewildered rooster. soon enough, the black screen is showered with balloons, confetti, and noise. fade in to a nightclub filled with rowdy patrons. emily and bingo are situated in the back, eagerly surveying their surroundings. bingo offers emily a glass of wine, but she refuses, shaking her head no. instead, bingo resorts to charming emily with a few “booboobooboo”s, and she’s wooed enough to take a sip. wow, what a lovely guy. just a great guy. regardless of bingo’s nefarious intentions, emily coughs and sputters after just one sip.

enter a curvaceous, beautiful turkey with an impressive fan. my first instinct was that she was a mae west caricature, at least by looks, but she appears to be french, and the mae west caricature would have played much heavily on her voice. a doppelgänger, perhaps! regardless, the singer launches into “i’ve got my eye on you”, and bingo is immediately taken with her. she approaches bingo and they flirt together, much to the chagrin of a neglected emily. she gives bingo’s sleeve a few haughty shakes, to which bingo motions at her to buzz off. thusly, emily breaks down into tears, bingo summoning a waiter to kick her out. what a charmer!

indeed, emily is booted onto the streets, bearing an imprint of a foot on her behind. “TIME STAGGERS ON” bellows a time card, and we’re transported to the wintry city streets. emily attempts to peddle some violets in the midst of the harsh storm, but receives no takers.

meanwhile, her hayseed rooster husband(?) paces around in his home anxiously. he sighs longingly at a framed portrait of emily, unable to discern what she sees in that stupid crooner. his thoughts are echoed as the radio broadcasts the vocals of mr. bingo himself, once again warbling “let it be me”. the rooster is furious and slams the radio to the ground, the radio giving a few last dying “booboobooboo”s.

time to take action. the rooster courageously wraps a scarf around his neck and prepares to brave the storm as he opens the door. however, the storm is much stronger than the rooster’s determination, the wind blowing him back through several doors in the household and out of the back door. instead, the rooster marches out into the streets from the back of his house. his march grows only more hurried and vitriolic as visions of bingo dance in his head—visions of wringing him by his spindly little neck.

the radio shack pops up in sight, and the rooster storms right in. bingo’s croons are put to a halt and are replaced by the sounds of offscreen, comical violence as the rooster pummels him behind closed doors. i wonder why on earth bing tried to sue them. hmmmmmm. the rooster takes care of his duty, but is hardly fulfilled. he treks glumly along in the snow, still longing for his dear emily.

he can only sulk as he treads on, ignoring the squeaky voice of some random woman selling violets on the street. he halts. sure enough, it’s his beloved emily, freezing her feathers off. he bellows “emily!” with outstretched arms, and emily happily responds “clem!” (clem kadiddlehopper?) as the lovebirds embrace.

time marches on, and our heroes now have a happy family. clem reads by the fire while emily knits, both watching adoringly as their chicks playfully cheep and chase each other, a fitting underscore of “home sweet home” furthering the coziness of the scene. relaxation is disturbed when one of the chicks begins to sing, sounding awfully similar to a familiar crooner as the chick gives out a few “booboobooboo”s. he’s quickly shut up as an offscreen book is hurled at his head. iris out.

i enjoyed this cartoon! friz’s cartoons are getting better and better, and this one made me smile. just knowing that bing tried to sue warner bros for this cartoon definitely adds to the appeal. it seems he wasn’t too great of a guy himself (which is a shame, i love his music), so this is almost cathartic. bernice hansen does a great job of voicing emily (like always), and whoever did the voices for bingo and clem also deserve recognition. lots of funny gags, such as clem turning green with envy and the bastard child at the end. i’d say go watch it! if anything, it’s worth watching knowing it sparked a lawsuit.

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Gallus gallus Red Junglefowl

Why did the chicken cro—nevermind, the joke’s overused.

But to me, it shows that chickens have been a big part of our life.

In fact, as I’m writing this, there’s a viral study stating that chicken bones in the landfills will be our legacy in the fossil record. There are about 21 billion chickens living today, about three for each person. We slaughter 60 billion of them yearly, more than half the number of all humans that have ever lived.

I too, have raised and eaten many of them in my life. I spent hundreds of hours playing Harvest Moon in the 90s, fooling around with the hens. I started studying animal anatomy by staring at chicken photos on the internet.

It’s impossible to ignore their contribution to our history—beyond MY history.

The Chinese Zodiac features a rooster in their roster. The Europeans feared the mythical cockatrice. Pope Gregory I picked the rooster as an emblem for Christianity.

They have fed countless people from the Ancient Romans to minimum wage millennials in the form of cheap nuggets.

And what do they get in return? They don’t get the glory of dogs or war horses. The word “chicken” refers to a coward, and people say feathered dinosaurs are no longer scary now that they look like chickens. I bet those people have never seen how brutal cockfights are.

To me, domestic chickens reflect our ever-evolving relationship with nature and what we value in it. Wherever humans went, we took chickens with us and bred them to fit our many desires.

Today, a big chunk of the world breeds broilers for their eggs and flesh. But the all-black Cemani of Java is bred for their mystical appearance. In Japan, the Onagadori is considered a National Natural Treasure, thanks to it’s long, trailing phoenix-like tail.

As the final entry in this series, the chicken sums up why I did this project in the first place.

We take the birds for granted. But if we trace back from their beginning as the wild Red Junglefowl in Asia, we start to unravel countless stories.

These stories not only tell how creatures live and evolve, but also how their history is intertwined with ours.

These stories, in the end, are also about us.

—

Franz Anthony is a graphic designer and illustrator. For someone who uses a chicken avatar and draws fish for a living, he tweets a lot about invertebrates.

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Hens and Roosters Fly the Coop and Strut Into the Spotlight in Alex ten Napel’s Portraits

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Filtered   Summary: The early days told in a series of photos. Jack Lowden/Reader  Warnings: None 

She smiled and even closer to take another photo of the strangely curious squirrel. Straightening, she checked the screen on her camera and chuckled. 

“My, you are cute!” 

She took another picture as the creature leaned into the the lens, little hands grabbing at the camera. 

“Squirrels, Y/N? Really, hen?” 

She jumped and the squirrel skittered up the tree, noisily protesting the sudden intrusion of the big man. She turned and eyed said big man. “Hey, Jack. Welcome to Dunkirk!” 

He nodded and strolled closer to her. “Ye’ve been here all day?” 

“Yeah. I like to wander around a new place and take pictures in the first day. Especially at filming locations. Sorta like visual brainstorming, I guess.” 

He grinned and squatted next her in the grass. “Get guid pictures then, love?” 

She nodded and passed the camera to him so he could flip through her efforts for the day. She shifted to sit cross legged and turned toward him fully. “How was the trip down?” 

"No’ bad a’tall.” He grinned at something on the camera and smiled. “Look at this cheeky li’l git!” 

She sat forward so she could see the camera and Jack widened his stance so she fit neatly in the circle of his arms. She nodded and smiled. “He was a blast! His mom said he was a bit of a ham normally. Wanted to show me everything he was learning in school!” She turned and realized just how close he was to her. “He was adorable…” 

He nodded and hummed, a noise deep in his chest that she felt vibrate along her shoulder. “Ye look happier than a month ago, Y/N.” 

“Yeah, well aside from that just being a shit day anyway, I am.” She blushed. “It’s a wonder what will happen when you drop dead weight. Thanks for your help with that by the way.” 

He nodded and backed up a bit, giving her room. “He didn’t text ye again, then?” 

“Nope. No contact at all. I’m free!” 

He smiled. “I’m glad he’s left you alone, hen.” He stood and held a hand out to her. “The lads wanna go get dinner and get to know one another betta’ ‘for filmin’. I was told to come find ye and brin’ ye along. Fancy dinner then?” 

She nodded and took his hand, reveling in how much bigger it was then hers. Once she was standing, he handed back her camera and led her towards the cafe, hand brushing hers the entire way. 

** 

She sat, straddling a bloody plane, and Jack couldn’t think of a time he had had a harder time focusing during filming. 

Bloody hell. 

He shifted in the cockpit, shifting his long legs around to get comfortable. 

She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned for her assistant to face him fully. She studied him quietly and Jack felt a brief moment of panic as if she could know what he was thinking. 

She smiled and spoke to her assistant, eyes still on him. “Grab my still camera please? Jack, stay still.” 

He nodded dumbly and watched the way her body stretched and balanced on the nose of the plane as she moved to safely grab her camera. She adjusted her position and pointed the camera at him. 

“Is this official filmin’ business, hen?” 

She smiled and shook her head, adjusting the focus of the camera. “Chris isn’t ready yet and the lighting is perfect.” 

She took a test shot and the adjusted her own positioning, leaning forward so she was all but lying fully on the nose of the plane.  

Jack wanted a picture too. 

He could see right down her shirt and could feel his face turning red. Having been raised to be a gentleman, he turned to the side.

“Nuh-uh. Straight ahead, baby.” 

He turned back to her and she was looking over the viewfinder of her camera. Their eyes met and she blushed and, safe and secure in the knowledge that she was as affected as he was, he grinned. 

 There was a rapid fire clicking as she shot half a dozen photos in the space of a second or two. 

 She sat up and flipped through the photos. Smiling, she showed him the results. “Damn you are fine as hell, pretty boy!” 

 He smiled and shifted some more. “Guid light.”

This damn cockpit.

“Reset!” 

 She passed the still camera back and accepted the filming camera. “Good light only does so much, honey.” 

 He blushed. 

This damn woman is gonna kill me. 

 **

 She rolled her neck and rubbed at her shoulder as she sat at what was quickly becoming their table. 

Jack slipped in next to her and smiled, hand coming up to softly massage the back of her neck. “Tired,Y/N?”

 She nodded and opened her eyes to study him. Beautiful man. “Can I hire you as my personal masseuse?”

 He grinned. “For you, free.”

 “So generous.” 

 He chuckled. “Can I get ye a drink, lovie?” 

 Nodding, she pulled her purse into her lap. “That would be great, thanks.” 

 He batted at her hands. “I’m payin’.” 

 “You don’t have to.” 

 “But I’m goin’ too.” He shifted around to grab his wallet from his pocket. “What do’ye want?”

 “Guinness?” 

 He paused as if digesting that bit of news and turned toward her. “Ye havin’ me on?” 

She shook her head. “Why? Don’t think a girl can drink Guinness?”

 He huffed. “Lots of people dinna like th’taste, is all.”

 She chuckled and shrugged. “Well I do.”

 He nodded as if he didn’t believe her and went to the bar, Harry and Fionn sliding in on the opposite side of the table with their own drinks. When Jack returned with her beer, there were a whole new slew of disbelieving comments. 

 “Are you trying to get her sloshed, Jack?” 

 Jack held his hands up in front of him. “No, th’lady insisted.” 

 Harry eyed her. “Guinness, darling, really?” 

 She huffed, pretending to be offended. “Is it because I’m a woman or because I’m American?” Then she took an ironically ladylike sip of her beer. 

 Harry smiled and backed off. “Whatever you say, girlie.” 

 A spare five minutes later a bowl of chips landed on the table between her and Jack. “What’s this?” 

 “Donna wan’ it said that I let you get tipsy, hen.” He sipped his own ale. “Unless, tha’s yer intention, then I’d happily get drunk with ye.” 

 She smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek, perhaps too close to his mouth to be purely platonic. “You’re a gem, Jack.” 

 He grinned and laid his arm on the back of her chair. “Take a selfie wit’ me?”

 “‘Course.” 

She laughed when he nodded hard enough to cause his sunglasses to fall onto his nose. 

 She grabbed her own shades from her purse and put them on, then mimicked his posture by grabbing her beer and leaning back against his chest. 

 He passed his phone from his free hand to the one on her other side and snapped a few photos. He shifted, sitting up straighter and leaning over her shoulder. He gathered her a bit closer and as he took this final picture, she felt his lips connect with her cheek. 

 She smiled reflexively against the rim of her pint and giggled. 

 “Ye laughin’ at me, lovie?” He all but rumbled in her ear and smiled down at her. 

 Setting her beer down, she shook her head. “Your stubble tickled a bit.” She rubbed a thumb over the line of his jaw. “You’re so blonde, I didn’t even know it was there until now.”

 He set his sunglasses back on top of his head and smiled down at her. “M’beard actually grows in red.”

 “Really?” She smiled. “I’d like to see that.”

 “I’m sure you will one day.”

 There was companionable silence for a while as she sipped her beer and chatted with Tom on her other side.

 Her phone dinged and she picked it up. She smiled against her pint and glanced at Jack, finding him looking at her over the rim of his own drink. 

“It’s a guid picture, love.”

 “It is.” 

 Jack had posted the last photo he had taken to instagram, tagging her personal account. It was frankly adorable, but also suggestive. His lips pressed to her cheek and her in mid-giggle. Her family and friends were going to eat this up. The caption was simple, but again suggestive. 

 Gotta love a woman who loves good booze. #guinness #myfavouritelass

  ** 

Who the fuck is that in that picture? Also you’re cute and I miss your face.

 Are you dating someone? Details needed!!

 Damn is he fine! Who is he?

She smiled and beat back the part of her that wanted to jump to conclusions about what this meant or that meant. She had made that mistake before. 

No. She would let him come to her. She would enjoy this for what it was until it became something else. She responded quickly and gathered she would need for the day’s filming schedule. 

 As she closed her hotel door behind her, Jack opened his in front of her. “Guid mornin’, hen.” 

He took her bag from her hand and slung an arm over her shoulder. 

 She wound her arm around his middle. “Good morning, rooster.” 

 He laughed. “Sleep well, didya?”

 “I did indeed, you?” 

 He shrugged with a cheeky smile. “My phone was blowin’ up all night.” 

 She chuckled. “Mine too. Through no one’s fault but your own.” 

 “Does it bother ye?”

 “What?” She looked up at him. 

“Tha’ I caused a bit’o a tizzy wit tha’ photo.” 

 They slowed as they approached the lift. He pulled away from her briefly to push the button and then set his hand in the small of her back. 

 She shook her head and squeezed him in a one armed hug. “No… let ‘em wonder. What about you? Do you regret your choice of photo? There were other options, you took a few.”

 He grinned and guided her into the lift before him. “No’ a’tall, love. That was the only photo ye smiled in.” His smile softened and she felt her heartbeat speed up. “T’would be a shame to waste that bonnie smile.” 

 She blushed and there was a silent moment as the doors closed and the lift started it’s descent.

 He coughed into his fist and rubbed the back of his neck. “Y’know, Y/N… we dinna haf te leave ‘em wonderin’…”

 She turned toward him, blush back full force. “Hmm?”

 He smiled shyly and she was charmed. “We can-” 

 The lift dinged and the door opened and Harry came in, one hand clutching a Starbucks cup.

 He stepped into the lift and cast looks between them. “Am I interrupting something?”

How was that? If y'all have any ideas, holler my way! Bad Day Blues Up Next: Embraced

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hi

please don't hate me, i just like saying names over and over

Yesterday, after about 4 years, I went to visit my cousins

and they have some pets

And obviously I have to show you

This is Molly, and she is the oldest

This is Tappo (which literally means plug in Italian)

This is Nina, and she is Tappo's sister

Also, she's the one who reduced the ball to that state

This Is Olivia, the mother of Nina and Tappo. She gets along very well with Molly

And finally, this is Schizzo ( which means sketch ). They used to have 2 other cats, but one died of old age, while the other died of illness.

Ok the photos are finished, please don't hate me

They also have chicks, hens and roosters but I haven't photographed them.

So yeah, I had fun.

How's your day going so far? Everything good? and why is everyone horny?

Well,have a nice day sweetheart. Love you.

by the way, i seriously need to improve my english lol

but we don't talk about that here

Hi!! Nice to see you again~

I love Olivia and Schizzo. They got my heart, yo 😭

No hate here, only thankfulness

I’d like to see the chicks when you got a chance 😌

Everything is good, yeah. On my break and doin what I like. Watching new series and stuff. It’s great. Hbu? You been alright? Goddamn ikr? Non stop

Love you too, have a good day x

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Singapore officially submitted its hawker culture nomination to Unesco with celebratory photos and videos – but Malaysians aren’t too happy about it, Defence Online

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Singapore’s healthful hawker society, with humble hawker centres offering delectable still affordable foodstuff, is something several Singaporeans maintain close to their hearts.

So when Key Minister Lee Hsien Loong declared options to nominate the metropolis-state’s unique hawker culture for inscription into Unesco’s Representative Checklist of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity past 12 months at the Nationwide Working day Rally, lots of were being thrilled.

And that has just become reality. On Wednesday (March 27), Singapore officially submitted its nomination to inscribe “Hawker Culture in Singapore” to the checklist.

The nomination documents had been jointly submitted by the Nationwide Heritage Board (NHB), the Countrywide Natural environment Company (NEA) and The Federation of Merchants’ Association, Singapore (FMAS) – the 3 organisations co-driving the Unesco nomination bid.

The a few organisations reported in a statement: “The submission of nomination paperwork is a milestone in Singapore’s Unesco inscription journey to better recognise and safeguard our intangible cultural heritage.”

It extra: “A prosperous nomination will demonstrate to the earth how happy we are of Hawker Tradition in Singapore, encourage increased appreciation for our hawkers, and present our motivation as a nation to safeguard hawker society for generations to occur.”

In 2015, the Singapore Botanic Gardens was produced Unesco Earth Heritage Site. But this will be Singapore’s initially submission in the class of intangible cultural heritage.

By July, the nomination documents will be out there for viewing on Unesco, NHB, NEA and FMAS’ sites.

1 of the nomination paperwork is a series of pictures, which contain contributions by the community by means of social media, and entries to the #OurHawkerCulture pictures contest organised by the Countrywide Geographic and the Ministry of Communication and Information and facts (MCI).

Here are some of the gorgeous pictures that depict the uniqueness of Singapore’s hawker culture.

This photograph displays an Indian-Muslim hawker cooking briyani (a combined rice dish) captured by Brian Teo, @bt_photography.sg

Brian Teo

In accordance to the authorities’ official statement, this photograph depicts people from numerous age teams, genders, ethnicities and religions dine in and socialise at a hawker centre – captured by Terence Tan Peng Hor, a contestant of #OurHawkerCulture Pictures Contest 2019.

Terence Tan Peng Hor

Taken by NEA in 2017, this photograph shows a hawker demonstrating procedures for making hen rice. It was taken as part of the “Hawker Fare Series”, in which expert hawkers share their culinary skills and know-how with aspiring hawkers.

NEA

A photo of a father making the most of chendol (a nearby dessert) with his little ones at a hawker centre – taken by David Sim, a different contestant in the #OurHawkerCulture Photography Contest 2019.

David Sim

A few letters showing community aid and revolving close to Singapore’s hawker culture theme were also submitted.

An artwork piece by Jeileeana Glehsa Magbatoalog from Riverdale Secondary University.

Jeileeana Glehsa Magbatoalog

This picture was drawn by Ling Jia Ci, an additional scholar at Riverdale Secondary Faculty.

Ling Jia Ci

Three other college students of Riverdale Secondary College – Kristen Teo, Ngu Yi Xuan and Muhammad Dani Mirza – also wrote poems about Singapore’s hawker society.

Kristen Teo, Ngu Yi Xuan and Muhammad Dani Mirza

Ms Isa from Jurong Pioneer Junior University was credited for a piece exhibiting the terms “Singapore’s Hawker Culture” surrounded by hashtags of hawker centre foods and beverages.

Ms Isa

There are also pledge tags composed by the community in English, Mandarin, Malay and Tamil in guidance of Singapore’s hawker tradition nomination.

Mrs Ng

A several films ended up also submitted as portion of Singapore’s nomination documents – including one titled “Unesco Nomination – Hawker Tradition in Singapore”, which runs for approximately 10 minutes lengthy.

NHB, NEA and FMAS claimed in their statement that the movie was made to give the Evaluation Entire body and the Intergovernmental Committee for the Safeguarding of the Intangible Cultural Heritage – which will be examining Singapore’s submission – a superior comprehending of Singapore’s hawker lifestyle.

One more submitted online video functions sit-down interviews with hawkers in Singapore, long lasting for marginally around 21 minutes long.

Even though Singaporeans are celebrating its hawker culture nomination, neighbouring Malaysia – with road foodstuff similar to that in Singapore – isn’t sharing the joy.

Malaysians have been currently riled up when PM Lee very first designed the announcement last year. And Singapore’s official nomination submission introduced those feelings back again, it looks.

Go through also: Malaysians remark on Singapore’s selection to nominate hawker society for Unesco listing – here’s what they have to say

The greater part of reviews remaining on a Fb article by Malaysian information site The Star pointed out that Malaysia’s hawker foodstuff is outstanding to Singapore’s.

User M S Sonny Rajamoney wrote: “Malaysia’s hawker foods – 2nd to none in the planet! Fingers down!”

Chong Mee Ling’s remark study: “No matter how they do… their foodstuff is not as good as Malaysian food stuff due to the fact of their seasoning. For instance, the roaster rooster, duck and pork. Even the ice kacang or cendol also no good”.

A lot of Malaysian netizens have even explained that Singapore “likes to declare every thing as theirs”.

User Hulkamania Hulkamania wrote: “That little island likes to assert everything as theirs. Hope a person day they will assert the 1 trillion debts of Malaysia as theirs and settle it for us. #fullofkiasucrap”

While Tan Yokechua wrote: “Singapore also claimed Mou San Wang durian as theirs. You will not be surprised that 1 working day they will say the drinking water they consume is also from Singapore.”

Jimmy Lee’s comment go through: “You don’t have to show anything at all to anyone, the customers will know who’s who, what is what & the origin. Someone is trying to steal the exhibit.”

Other individuals are managing this challenge in a more objective way.

Murali Blurz’s comment examine: “Malaysia certainly has a larger sized range of food items and number of hawkers.. then why our (governing administration) just cannot do what Singapore just did? Why require to wait around until Singapore does anything in advance of we start creating noise.. Singapore was component of Malaysia consequently no way we can say that they too never have the hawker lifestyle.”

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Reframing Modernism (Gallery 3)

Gallery 1

Gallery 2

Fernando Zobel

In 1951, Zobel returned to Manila after attending Harvard University. Though he had no formal training in art, he soon joined the ranks of young artists such as Hernando R Ocampo and Cesar Legaspi, who were forerunners of a new era of modern art in the Philippines.

Painted in 1952, Carroza is a partially abstract portrayal of folk subject matter, unified by a warm ochre background, bold black lines and a flattened, symmetrical composition. Zobel continued to use line and a limited colour palette in his works, but he eventually abandoned depicting recognisable subject matter altogether and ventured into full abstraction with his Saetas series in 1957.

This series was conceived following Zobel’s artist residency in the United States and a period of intense experimentation with non-objective painting, which lasted from 1954 to 1957. He declared movement the subject of Saetas, with fields of colour finished with expressive lines drawn using syringed of oil paint. Zobel’s works of this series look like they were made spontaneously, but he was known for actually sketching intensively before arriving at a work’s final composition.

A decade later, he developed a more precise approach to the use of line and atmospheric colour in works such as Conversation with Lee from his Dialogos series.

Consider this artist alongside:

Nicolas de Staël, Ahmad Sadali

(Above)

Fernando Zobel

(b. 1924, Manila, Philippines; d. 1984, Rome, Italy)

Conversation with Lee

1967

Oil on canvas

Collection of Lopez Memorial Museum

(Above, left)

Fernando Zobel

(b. 1924, Manila, Philippines; d. 1984, Rome, Italy)

Saeta no. 36

1957

Oil on canvas

Gift of Roger Keyes

Collection of Ateneo Art Galllery

(Above, right)

Fernando Zobel

(b. 1924, Manila, Philippines; d. 1984, Rome, Italy)

Saeta no. 37

1957

Oil on lawanit board

Gift of the artist

Collection of Ateneo Art Gallery

Pablo Picasso

In this composition, the cubistic, fractured forms of a cat and a rooster create a macabre still-life. Behind them, a knife rests on the rim of a cup, reinforcing the sense of menace. The use of grisaille (painting entirely in tones of grey) in this work is similar to some of Picasso’s iconic anti-war paintings, such as Guernica of 1937, and Massacre in Korea of 1951. Picasso often used this palette for paintings evoking anxiety and violence: in this case, the everyday violence of predator and prey. In the Western tradition, the still-life was used as a reminder of the transience of human existence, and the objects could carry symbolic meaning. Picasso engages with the history of still-life in this image of death.

A tireless innovator, Picasso continually reinvented his work in several different media: painting, printmaking, sculpture and ceramics. In his early career, he was a pioneer of Cubism alongside Georges Braque, developing a radical new way of painting: forms were reduced to geometry, and multiple points of view were compressed into a single perspective. However, Picasso’s work was never fixed with a single style, and he also embraced representational and symbolic subjects. In his late work, he would show greater spontaneity and expressiveness.

Picasso’s relentless creativity and desire for change have made his work among the most important and influential of any modern artist.

(Above)

Pablo Picasso

(b. 1881, Málaga, Spain; d. 1973, Mougins, France)

The Cat and the Rooster

1953

Oil on canvas

Donated by Louise and Michel Leiris, 1984

Collection of Centre Pompidou, Paris

Musée national d’art moderne/ Centre de création industrielle

Latiff Mohidin 

Latiff painted the Pago-Pago series between 1964 and 1969. In it, he experiments with a vocabulary of forms drawn from natural, cultural and historical motifs such as pagodas, stupas, shells and leaves.

Before embarking on making this series, he was in Berlin from 1960 to 1964. He took rigorous plein air (open air) and still-life drawing classes, and encountered German Expressionism, which had emerged during the 1900s to 1920s and was being re-examined in the post-war era. Latiff also travelled extensively throughout Southeast Asia. These experiences influenced the Pago-Pago series: its organic forms allude to the cultural and the natural world of Southeast Asia, while its gestural brushwork reflects German Expressionism.

Malam Merah and Pago-Pago 69 (Metamorphosis) are emblematic of this series. Malam Merah has dynamic forms, rich colour and animated brushwork, while Pago-Pago 69 (Metamorphosis) has a translucent quality created by layering and mixing pigments with varnish. The latter demonstrates his confident grasp of materials and versatility as an artist.

Consider this artist alongside:

Jean-Michel Atlan

(Above)

Latiff Mohidin

(b. 1941, Negeri Sembilan, Malaysia)

Untitled, Pago-Pago Series

1965

Oil on masonite board

Collection of Too Hing Yeap and Yoong Sin Min

(Above)

Latiff Mohidin

(b. 1941, Negeri Sembilan, Malaysia)

Pago-Pago No. 2, Pago-Pago Series

1965

Oil on canvas

Collection of Zain Azahari

(Above)

Latiff Mohidin

(b. 1941, Negeri Sembilan, Malaysia)

Malam Merah (Red Night), Pago-Pago Series

1968

Oil on canvas

Collection of Zain Azahari

CoBrA

The CoBrA movement was founded in Paris in 1948 and dissolved in Brussels n 1951. Its name was based on the first letters of the places where its members lived: Copenhagen, Brussels and Amsterdam. The movement sought to return to a more spontaneous and less rational form of creativity, drawing on a range of sources, including the magic and symbolism of Nordic popular mythology and the expressive tendencies of children’s art. This was based on a humanist philosophy that emerged from the trauma of World War II, which privileged authentic expression, In doing so, they offered a radical, alternative way of approaching painting. Their approach rejected the convention of categorising painting as either abstract or figurative, as it had elements of both.

The group comprised a number of northern European artists and poets including Asger Jorn, Karel Appel, Carl-Henning Pedersen, Corneille Beverloo, Joseph Noiret, Constant Niewenhuys and Christian Dotremont. Advocating physical spontaneity and vitality, its members produced “four-handed works”, each using the combined creative energy of two artists to create unique collaborative pieces of great poetry and plasticity. While short-lived, CoBrA’s radical philosophy attracted a number of major artists from different disciplines, and had a lasting influence on the past-war art scene.

Consider this artist alongside:

André Masson, Jean-Michel Atlan, Bagyi Aung Soe

(Above)

Asger Oluf Jorgensen, known as Asger Jorn

(b. 1914, Vejrum, Denmark; d. 1973, Aarhus, Denmark)

Kyotosmorama

1969-1970

Oil on canvas

Purchased by the French government, 1971

Acquired 1976

Collection of Centre Pompidou, Paris

Musée national d’art moderne/ Centre de création industrielle

(Above)

Carl-Henning Pedersen

(b. 1913, Copenhagen, Denmark; d. 2007, Frederiksberg, Denmark)

Yellow Horse

1941

Oil on canvas

Donated by Mme Sidsel Ramson, 2012

Collection of Centre Pompidou, Paris

Musée national d’art moderne/ Centre de création industrielle

And of course, the endnote:

Endnote   Reframing Modernism shows the various paths, proposals and approaches to modern art taken by 51 artists working in different geographical, historical and social contexts. While there may be parallels across the works, the exhibition reveals above all the singularity of individual artistic practice in relation to modernism: the diversity of the artists and the nuances of each artist’s approach.   Given this diversity, the conventional understanding of modernism as a simple story of influence from Europe and America cannot be sustained. A dynamic and creative exchange, occurring at multiple centres, emerges instead.   Our understanding of modernism is continually being rewritten and contested: Reframing Modernism hopes to open up this story further.

Finally after more than a year, Gallery 3 is up. Looking through the photos I’ve taken, I can still feel what I remember feeling at the exhibition itself. Art can be truly remarkable in its variety and scope in terms of the different styles and disciplines, different reasons for making art, different emotions that goes into the pieces and the feelings they invoke in us the viewer, etc, etc.… art is as varied as the artists that make art.

I’m not a “formally trained” art student, and my knowledge of the various art movements is superficial at best; I am also totally unfamiliar with Modernism in art, and pretty much know nothing about analysing art, which is why one of the things I really liked about the exhibition was the artist bio which explain the backgrounds of the different artists, their histories, ideals and inspirations, characteristics and themes that run through their art, the social and political context at that time which influenced their art, etc. It really helped me have a deeper understanding of the paintings, such that they are no longer just objects of art, but become tiny snippets of history frozen in time, a sliver of the artist’s world seen through the artist’s lens, and each with their complex stories.

It made me realise more than ever that artists are not hermits who only focus on their own works, and there are no boundaries or walls in art. Art diverges and converges in such complex ways that we cannot predict and I think it was really amazing to be able to see this at this exhibition. My greatest takeaway from this exhibition, I think, would be the realisation that art is, at the same time, a relic of preserved history and alive and ongoing; I’m glad to be able to witness a small part of it.

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