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[thetalkingcow]

trying to make another 3d model, and another weapon

[pancake-moth]

OH MY GOD. HES SO. GORGEOUS. THIS IS SUCH A CREATIVE DRAWING??? AND THE FLOWERS ARE JUST AMAZINF. YOUR ART MAKES ME SO JOYOUS … (also i love the painting the roses red line lol) get MANY HEARTS❤️💖💞💝💘

Me DEVOURING your artwork like a hungry vile beast every time i see it on my fyp

Also idk why but this drawing reminds me of the LGTS game over screen…. Super fucking cool /pos

Painting the roses red, and many a tear we shed.

[kamikikusan]

[whereisdoriangray]

visenya targaryen (ii.)

warning: mention of weapons, death, profanities. not proofread. the author is not responsible for the content you choose to consume.

note: the character of visenya targaryen is purely fictional. all rights to house of the dragon belong to hbo/fire and blood to grrm. my fanfiction is based primarily on tv series, but also takes some information from the books. in this version, cregan stark was aged up. if you find any valyrian phrases incorrect, let me know!!

IV. DRIFTMARK

when a raven came announcing the death of harwin strong, visenya was with rhaenyra

"īles vala hen rigle," [he was a man of honour.] she admitted as a consolation to her grieving sister, "se iā sȳz kepa." [and a good father.]

that day, visenya ruminated in her chamber, late at night, at last calling upon one of her trusted servants;

"send this letter to you know who. tell him his princess will be especially generous if he does his job well."

that's how she found herself on driftmark with a small piece of parchment slipped into her hands just before the funeral of her friend laena

visenya excused herself briefly from conversation with a distant relative, finding a vacant spot where she wouldn't be disturbed

"bona orvorta..." [that cunt] she whispered as her eyes traced the two words the message contained;

"larys strong"

during the funeral, visenya stood by her sister's right side, quietly observing the people present

when she heard daemon's laughter, it took everything in her not to throw his way a disgusted look

once the procession was over and everyone gathered on the castle's terrace, visenya noticed her little cousins, baela and rhaena, sitting with their grief, away from everyone

"i am deeply sorry about your mother," she approached them, "she had a kind heart...and held much love for you." the two princesses thanked her with their eyes full of sadness

"when i was around your age, she gave me this," she opened up her palm, revealing a delicate set of penchant and comb, both symbolizing a dragon and a seahorse. "i believe it's time i pass them on to another who can honor them."

from afar, rhaenys noticed the princess gently putting a comb into rhaena's velaryon hair and then turning to baela with a penchant, clasping it around her granddaughter's neck

aside from the gaze of the queen who never was, visenya was stalked by another pair of watchful eyes

when she turned around, taking her leave, visenya met aemond's intense stare as he approached her

no one knows what the two of them spoke about on that day, but one thing they did remember - later that day, aemond claimed a dragon and lost an eye for it

"i shall have one of her son's eyes in return," alicent proclaimed, rising her chin

"over my dead fucking body," visenya spat as she unleashed a sword she had hidden underneath her skirts, tilting it downward and leaning onto it

alicent's reaction was one of horror, but before she could say anything, her husband, the king, intervened

later that night, servants whispered that when the queen demanded criston cole bring her the eye of lucerys velaryon, he looked upon visenya's sword and disobeyed the command.

V. OF HOUSE TARGARYEN

to say that visenya was displeased at her uncle's intention to marry her sister was an understatement

and yet, because of her love for rhaenyra, she gritted her teeth and gave them her blessing

to this day, some people believe that visenya allowed for such a union to happen because she realized that daemon, as the heir's husband, would be a powerful ally if anyone were to challenge her sister's claim, all the while satiating his thirst for power

and they might be right

and so visenya stood on the moors of dragonstone with her nephews and cousins, holding them close, as her sister and uncle exchanged vows

not long after the union, urgent news reached dragonstone

"luke's claim to driftmark is being challenged," visenya told her older nephew. "what are we to do now?" asked jace, anxiety creeping up his spine.

"jī naejot dāro vilinion." [we are going to king's landing.]

the city's foul smell hit her as soon as she landed. vermithor roared, obviously as much displeased as she. "lykīri," visenya commanded, petting him

as she entered the red keep, visenya couldn't help but notice the seven pointed star installed above the entrance

"what the fuck is that."

before she could ruminate on it any further, visenya heard silent cries somewhere in the distance

it was one of the maids from the red keep, she found out

"what is the meaning of this? why are you crying?" her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of a teary-eyed young girl

"i am... sorry, princess..." she managed to say through the sobs

visenya's quick eyes noticed clumsily hidden bitemarks, scratches and bruises all over her body

"who hurt you?" she whispered, taking the girl's hand in hers

"'tis...nothing...i swear, princess," the maid stuttereed, making visenya sigh in frustration

"what is your name, sweet girl?" she asked, this time more gently than before

"dyana, my princess."

"BY THE OLD GODS OF VALYRIA, i swear i will cut off aegon's cock," she barged into her sister's quarters. whilst rhaenyra looked at her sister with surprise, daemon only laughed at her rage. "and his balls too. that..." she struggled to find the word, "...that dimwit shouldn't procreate."

to cool off, she decided to accompany her nephews to the training yard

"everyone's staring at us," luke murmured with a pained look on his face

"as they should. jace is your mother's future heir, you are the future lord of the tides and i ride the second largest dragon in the world. it would be strange if they didn't," visenya smiled at him, but it didn't seem to soothe him as much as she would like

"no one would question me being heir to driftmark if..." he paused, looked around and then continued in a hushed voice, "if i looked more like ser laenor velaryon than ser harwin strong." her smile quickly dropped. "it doesn't matter what they think. their opinions are of no value," she replied sternly.

suddenly, a thud reverberated throughout the training yard and the two boys, excited, decided to find its source

it was aemond and cole, duelling

visenya wasn't half as enraptured as her nephews at the sight, but decided to let them savor the moment

when aemond won, people clapped and cheered, making visenya sneer at their sycophancy

"well done, my prince," praised cole, "you'll be winning tourneys at no time." visenya wanted to punch his face. hard. she had always disliked dornishmen, but there was something about criston cole that made him especially disagreeable in visenya's eyes

"i don't give a shit about tourneys," aemond spat with a stoic face, not putting his sword down, "nephews..." his gaze shifted to where she and the boys stood, "have you come to train?"

before any one of them could reply, the gates opened and through them passed vaemond velaryon with his men

"gods," she thought to herself, "this place is littered with dickheads."

once the gates had closed and vaemond was nowhere in sight, visenya spoke up

"it is i who came to train..." all the heads turned to her in disbelief as she unsheathed her sword, digging it into ground gently as she leaned on it, "aemond."

visenya couldn't have known that that single movement forced aemond to reminisce about the night he lost his eye - the night she defended luke and jace, threatening to kill anyone who dared touch them, even though they were in the wrong

it was the night when aemond got renounced by everyone, but in a way, her betrayal stung the most in his heart

since early youth, he heard stories of visenya, the paragon of targaryen bloodline - living in their ancestral home, mounting the second largest dragon at the age of barely nine, being fluent in both language and history of her ancestors - in aemond's eyes, she had it all

visenya was the bane of aemond's existence; not a day had passed without him thinking about how he could measure up to his half-sister

the only thing aemond despised more than visenya was his admiration of, and struggle to be more like, her

of course, visenya had no knowledge of any of this - perhaps if she knew, she would detest him a little less

"hm," aemond eyed her from head to toe without an ounce of emotion, and then took his leave, not looking back at the three of them

when the driftmark succession was to be settled the next day, mushroom recounted visenya standing behind rhaenyra as if her shadow, brows furrowed and gaze sharp the moment otto hightower sat upon the iron throne

what he also couldn't help but mention was that whilst the red keep whispered about daemon's execution of vaemond, no one saw rhaenyra's silent command to visenya to not draw her sword

that evening, the whole targaryen family gathered for a supper

visenya's seat was opposite her sister's, flanked by jace and, much to her dismay, aegon

the servants dared not speak about it, but when queen alicent, in her piety, included vaemond in her prayers, daemon and visenya exchanged looks, snickering under their breaths

after the toasts had been proposed and music started to play, visenya watched with a hint of smile on her face her nephew and half-sister dancing joyfully

her smile faltered, however, when she saw aemond's outstreched hand, "may i, princess?" he muttered in a low baritone

visenya looked at her sister, seeking her silent counsel; only after rhaenyra's eyes glinted with a subtle approval did she take aemond's hand

back then, no one knew that the next time the two of them would dance, it would be in the skies

when the king left and music ended, aemond reached towards his cup, proposing a toast

the quarrel that followed was quickly dispelled by daemon; once visenya made sure her nephews were unharmed, she left them to their devices as they sulked

instead, the princess approached her half-sister, haelena

that night, as mysaria's spy told her of the royal supper, she didn't fail to mention visenya holding her half-sister's hands lovingly, telling haelena that there would always be a place for her at dragonstone

visenya was ready to take her leave when one of the maids came to fetch her at the king's command

"my daughter..." viserys breathed out, as if every syllable caused him immense pain

"i am here, father," she said with her eyes blank

"aegon...the conqueror...." he closed his one good eye for a second, "he withstood...because of visenya."

"why are you telling me this?" she asked, confused

"your sister is the heir. once the time comes..." he hissed and took a long moment to continue, unnerving his daughter even more, "she will need… protection,” he pointed his finger at something in the distance

visenya would've dismissed it if it weren't for the slight red glow that captured her attention

in between ragged breaths and incomplete sentences, viserys gave his second daughter the sword that maegor stole from his father's funeral pyre; the sword that rhaena targaryen gave to her son jaehaerys who passed it on to viserys

now, blackfyre —the sword of kings past— belonged to visenya targaryen, whom people would soon come to know as aegon with teats.

[polling-sonic-fans]

FavoriteShadow the hedgehog weapon?

-Gun (Machine gun, Gatling gun, Rigle, Pistol, etc)

-Cannon (Bazooka, Grenade launcher, Tank cannon, etc)

-Close combat (Sword, Hammer, Spear, Knife, tree/speed limit sign)

-Lock-on (RPG, Worm shooter)

-Laser (Laser rifle, Refractor, Splitter)

-Vacuum (Vacuum pod)

-Special (Egg vacuum, Omochao gun, Samurai blade, Heal cannon, Satellite gun, Shadow rifle)

Thanks for the poll anon!

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Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XII "Follow the vision of a better tomorrow''

Chapter XIII ''Yunkai''

There was a short stop to water the horses. Visenya got off her mare and someone else grabbed the reins to lead the animal to the water. Vis, on the other hand, stood next to Missandei, facing a dozen or so Unsullied officers. Just after leaving Astapor, she asked them to choose from among themselves a leader, in their opinion the best of all, someone suitable for the role. It was obvious that they weren't used to making decisions on their own, but they liked that they could decide for themselves now.

"Gōntan ao iderēptan?" she asked.

*"Did you choose?"*

The line parted, revealing one of the soldiers. He stuck his spear into the sand next to him and removed his helmet before standing in front of Visenya, bowing to her.

"Encores emagon se rigle." he said. Now that he wasn't wearing a helmet, she could see that the Unsullied even had complete control over their facial expressions, it was hard to read any emotions.

*"This man has that honor."*

"Skoros's aōha brōzi?" she asked.

*"What's your name?"*

"Turgon Nudha."

*"Grey Worm"*

Hearing this, she felt a small pang in her heart. She blinked rapidly a few times to hold back any tears.

"Bona's daor nykeā brōzi..."

*"That's not a name..."*

She immediately thought of herself and the name "Maegele" given to her. Tywin Lannister wanted to take control of her personality, change it in every possible way, even through her name. In fact, if it weren't for Selaria, she wouldn't even know that her real name was Visenya. If it weren't for her, she wouldn't even know that her mother had named her that, that she wasn't named after some septa who died of greyscale after caring for children with it.

As a small child, she didn't yet know how important a name could be in life. She realized this over time, and now she proudly bears her name. Everyone should be proud of their name.

"Your Grace, Unsullied are given new names when they are boys, after they cut..." Missandei didn't say it, but they both knew what she meant. "Grey Worm, Red Flea, Black Rat. The names are intended to remind them that they are nothing more than miserable vermin."

It was sad to hear, especially when you had experienced something similar.

"Iksā daor zegh. Iderēbagon real brōzāt, ones kesā sagon prodī hen. Ao se mirre se Dovaogēdy rēje mirre bona shaemī ao se remido ao hen buzdarido." she said in a confident voice.

*"You are not vermin. Choose yourselves true names, ones that you will be proud of. You and all the Unsullied should reject everything that shames you and reminds you of slavery."*

"Brōzi Turgon Nudha tepagon nyke hoskagon se biarves. Se brōzi bisy iksin āzma lēda iksis qrimbrōstan, lēda bisa brōzi bisa issaros iksin gūrogon buzdarido. Se Turgon Nudha iksis brōzi bisa issaros ēdas skori iksin mazilībagon dāez. Bisa issaros jaelagon naejot umbagon lēda bisa brōz." he explained.

*"The name Grey Worm makes me proud and brings luck. The name that this person was born with is cursed, because with this name this person was taken into slavery. And Grey Worm is the name that this person had when was set free. This person wants to keep that name."*

A tear came to her eyes as she listened to him. She understood why he preferred to keep that name, as did the rest of the Unsullied. She thought it would only remind them of bad times, but they remembered it well. They associated it with the day when they finally threw off their chaines and chose their own path.

"Ziry iksos aōha iderenno." she said, smiling softly.

*"It's your choice."*

She didn't see it, but two knights standing next to their horses by the water were watching her. Earlier, they talked about times gone by, about the fights they fought or when they were knighted. Ser Barristan was older than him, and while he was serving in the Kingsguard in King's Landing, they didn't talk much.

This changed a bit when they met long after the war, in Essos. There were still a few things that separated them, but they had a common past and similar experiences. Well, certainly apart from the fact that Ser Barristan was fighting on the Trident and Ser Arthur was defending the secret of the dead prince...

"King Robert always wanted to kill her." Ser Barristan began, looking towards Visenya, who was currently talking to Grey Worm. "She was about ten years old when the king decided to come to Casterly Rock. She didn't know about it and went down to the courtyard. Robert... He went crazy. He rushed towards her, luckily Jaime Lannister stopped him and led her out of the courtyard."

He remembered Jaime, Tywin's son, he was the youngest knight to be made a Kingsguard.

"Shouldn't she be given in the care of her family? Her uncles in Dorne?" he asked, not referring in any way to how Robert attacked her years ago. Although in his mind he began to wonder if there were more situations like this.

"She should. But we all know Tywin Lannister. He wanted to keep her with him, always finding some excuse not to give her back to her family."

Arthur looked at Visenya, who had already finished her conversation and was getting back on her horse. They should do the same, their short stop is over now. Looking at her, he felt sorry for her. He didn't know her very well, but it was easy to guess that her life might not have been the hardest, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. She never experienced love from her mother or father.

All life alone...

"Do you believe in her? Can she do it?" Ser Barristan asked him, also looking at Visenya.

"Yes." it was a short answer, but it said everything.

* * *

She stopped paying attention to the sand settling on her clothes and slightly dulling the dark red color. She was standing on the edge of a rock from which she had a good view of the so-called "Yellow City". Another of the cities of Slaver's Bay, which has recently been bothering her. Moreover, other free cities trading slaves as well.

Ever since she saw the life of slaves in Astapor, she had always thought about they living worse life than she did when she was under Lannister's heel. And now that she had an army behind her, she thought about whether it was possible to change this so that there would no longer be slaves anywhere in the world.

"Do you know how many slaves there are in Yunkai?" she asked, turning slightly to her right to look at Ser Arthur.

"At least two hundred thousand." he replied, also looking towards the city. "But they are not soldiers. Yunkai does not train warriors like Astapor did." looking at her this time and at the expression on her face, he could tell that she was considering whether she could conquer Yunkai or not. "Just because you feel guilty about your aunt's death doesn't mean you have to fulfill her purpose." he added.

She held back a sigh at those words, because there was some truth in them. She will blame herself for this unnecessary death for the rest of her life, nothing will wash away her sense of guilt. However, this wasn't the only thing that determined her current actions. She was guided by her own experiences and feelings.

"All my life in Westeros, I was like those slaves. Except didn't have to worry about even an empty stomach and things like that, but I remember all the feelings." she began, recalling first her life at Casterly Rock, and then the much shorter episode in King's Landing. "The specter of death at the hands of King Robert and punishment for disobedience by Lord Tywin hung over me all the time. And then he wanted to sell me to his son like cattle are sold. He took away my name, and recently he tried to take away my family name." she confessed, looking at the knight. "And these people are going through way worse things." as she said this, with her head she pointed to the city in the distance. "At least two hundred thousand people suffer more in their entire lives than I suffered in seventeen years, so if I can help them, I will. We will stop near the city. And I'd be glad to talk to the Yunkai leaders." she didn't feel so confident about the last thing, but her voice didn't show it.

This city was not only a step towards a better world, but also a huge step towards her becoming a true queen, the one Essos and the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros need.

In King's Landing, Joffrey Baratheon was sitting on the Iron Throne and wanted to talk to his grandfather - his Hand - about the meetings of the Small Council. Of course, he had to express his dissatisfaction with the meetings being held in the Hand's Tower.

But when he heard that it could be arranged for him to be carried up the stairs, he decided to change the subject.

"Tell me about what is happening in the east. About that girl, Visenya, and her dragons."

It's hard to tell whether he used her real name, because that's what was written in the letter and that's what Varys, among others, said, or maybe it was just another manifestation of his ignorance. But for Tywin, every time he heard that damned name, it was a reminder of failure, and it humiliated him.

"Where did you hear about this?" he asked, instead of answering the question.

"Is it true?" surprisingly, Joffrey couldn't be forced to slightly change the topic, but demanded an answer.

"It looks like that." so Tywin replied, but in a not very concerned tone, more like... indifferent.

Joffrey didn't share this calm and indifference. He looked thrilled when he heard it was true - even though he knew that the last dragons were no bigger than dogs, and he remembered Visenya and how he had mocked her at court.

"Don't you think we should do something about it?"

"When I was Hand of your father's predecessor, the skulls of all the Targaryen dragons were in this hall. The skull of the last one was right here." he pointed to a place near the Iron Throne. "It was the size of an apple." he didn't tell Joffrey anything more than what he already knew about the last dragons.

"And the biggest one was the size of a carriage." king replied, his emotions still not leaving him.

"Yes, and the beast it belonged to died three hundred years ago." Tywin replied calmly.  "Curiosities from the other side of the world are no threat to us." he emphasized, as when he said at the Small Council meeting that Maegelle was no threat at all.

"How can we know that these dragons are just... curiosities and not beasts that brought the whole world to heel?" Joffrey persisted in arguing that his concerns about Visenya and her dragons were valid.

"We know because many experienced experts serving the kingdom and the king himself have told us so. They have knowledge on topics he has no idea about."

"Nobody informed me!" he almost shouted.

"I'm informing you right now. I will make sure that you are informed about all important matters whenever necessary. Your Grace." he bowed slightly and began to walk out of the throne room, wondering at the same time whether Maegelle really was no threat. Especially when she is advised by two experienced knights.

He didn't know yet that her true character was finally starting to shape in the direction it should have from the beginning.

~

-> Chapter XIV "Second Sons" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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Fighting Chestnut Blight: Antagonistic Microscopic Fungi

Abstract

The extent of cryphonecrosis among the chestnut populations of three Imeretian (west Georgia) villages: Darka, Eto, and Chala has been evaluated. 23 strains of Cryphonectria parasitica (Murrill) Barr (syn. Endothia parasitica (Murrill) were isolated and identified from the bark of sick trees. The collection of strains of the plant pathogen fungus has been created. The strategy of the struggle against the chestnut blight, based on the application of antagonistic to C. parasitica microscopic fungi, has been elaborated. For this purpose 50 strains of different microscopic fungi were isolated and identified (till genus) from the soil samples picked just under the stems of sick trees of above mentioned locations. The dominating genera of micromycetes in forest brown soils have been revealed. Strong biological antagonists of the plant pathogenic fungus, belonging to genera Penicillium, Trichoderma and Aspergillus have been selected on the base of the investigation of antagonistic activity of the “aboriginal” flora of studied soils. The collection of antagonistic to C. parasitica microscopic fungi, among them of new biological agents, has been created. The vegetative compatibility of the isolated strains of C. parasitica was investigated as well.

Introduction

Wood of excellent quality and high nutritional value fruits rise the chestnut plant - Castanea sativa Mill. in range of popular and economicaly significant trees in the world. (Heiniger and Rigling, 1994). Though, the plant is under the danger of extinction all over the world. The reason of it is so called “chestnut blight” disease caused by the plant pathogenic fungus from ascomycetes Cryphonectria parasitica (Murrill) Barr (syn. Endothia parasitica (Murrill)) (Anagnostakis, 1994; Rigling and Prospero, 2018).

It is more than half of a century the world scientists try efforts to fight the chestnut blight but in vain. Healing of sick trees with hypovirulent strains is regarded to be the most effective measure against C. parasitica today (Robin and Heiniger 2001; Puia et al., 2012). As it has established, hypovirulence is stipulated by the existence of Cryphonectria hypovirus (CHV) in the cytoplasm of C. parasitica. The genome of the virus is double chain RNA molecule (ds RNA). The virus lacks of capsid, which suppresses its active spreading in the environment. The virus is able “to enter” a new host organism only in case of formation of the hypae anastomoses between two stains of C. parasitica, or by means of the host’s asexual spores.

Though, wide scale integration of hypovirus under the natural conditions is not always possible because of the vegetative incompatibility of C. parasitica’s different stains (Anagnostakis, 1977). There exists another method of the biological inspection of chestnut blight: isolation of antagonistic to C. parasitica microorganisms from the natural sources and their application against the pathogen. According to literary data among the antagonistic microorganisms of C. parasitica are well known genera of microscopic fungi and bacteria (Trichoderma, Penicillium, Bacillus, Streptomyces) (Wilhelm et al., 1998; Groome et al., 2001; Akilli et al., 2011; Smith, 2013).

Combined application of antagonists and hypovirulent strains of C. parasitica appeared especially effective against the disease (Akilli et al., 2011). Those countries which are unable to control chestnut blight by hypovirulent strains, for the purpose to localize the pathogen, apply the easy way of in situ struggle against the pathogen – soil compressing or mud packing method (Anagnostakis, 1994; Groome et al., 2001).

The above mentioned botanical disaster of 20th century touched country of Geogia as well. Ten years ago 50% of Georgian chestnut forests were already dead (Prospero et al., 2013). There does not exist any effective fungicide against C. parasitica, according to the information of Georgian Ministery of Environment Protection. Cutting of sick trees is the only way of cryphonecrosis localization here. Except the joined scientific project of Swiss and Georgian investigators and attempts of the Turkish scientists of integration of hypovirulent strains in Ajara chestnut forest, practically no active measures have been performed for saving of the unique plant of Castanea sativa in Georgia, which is placed in “Georgian red list” and “Red book” (Prospero et al., 2013). Thus, elaboration and testing of the strategy of biological control against cryphonecrosis in Georgian chestnut forests is very urgent task today. Accordingly, the purpose of the presented work was to isolate the virulent strains of C. parasitica, spread in chestnut populations of one of the regions of west Georgia (Imereti), and to reveal the effective, antagonistic biological agents against them. The strategy of the fight against chestnut blight, spread in chestnut populations of west Georgian region Imereti, will be elaborated for the first time, and isolation of antagonistic to C. parasitica microscopic fungi directly from one of the hot spots of cryphonecrosis of Georgia will be performed for the first time, as well as creation of the collection of antagonists against the pathogen. All this may be regarded as the scientific novelty of the presented work. 

Collection of this type may be considered as the material base for management and localization of chestnut blight epidemic in this region. We hope that creation of the antinecrotic bio-preparation and its in situ testing on the base of isolated particular antagonist microscopic fungi or their consortia will become possible in future.

Source : Microscopic fungi antagonistic to chestnut blight- Cryphonectria parasitica (Murrill) Barr.

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🔸Cabinet card of actress Emily Rigl as Lucille Renfrew in play “Pique” in Broadway, New York circa 1875. #victorianchaps #cabinetcard #theatre #broadway #newyork #nyc #retro #nostalgia #actress #beauty #fashion #1870s #vintage #victorian #pastlives (at Broadway (New York)) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClTQtSvDCkn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Flees flees my cat has flees

Flee larve rigling on the bathroom floor

I'm not ok

I’m sorry that’s awful I do not blame you at all

[azlovesem]

Vaughan? Ill torch housing developments. Im probably yhe best torch therebis no construcyion company wznta me for an enemy. Lose the fuckn psoerqork pr else 1 billion in damage is what the city of vaughan owes and it will be collected.fuck the car but then ill get my cheque from the insurance. I fell asleep. Dont make me put some of your people randomly yo dleep i got kids for that. Hundreds of em doesnt tale much. Sniper rigle if you must know. Dont make me lend it to the kid he doesnt know my name. You eont ever gind evidence lnkng ke to luch but youll know its me.

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Campeonato Mundial de Paraciclismo em Zurique - Rigling ganha pela primeira vez ouro no contra-relógio - prata para Recher - Sport #ÚltimasNotícias #Suiça

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Resumen del Texto:

"El problema de la representación: ver y pintar" de Estela Ocampo

En "El problema de la representación: ver y pintar", Estela Ocampo aborda de manera profunda la compleja relación entre la percepción visual y la representación artística en la pintura. Ocampo argumenta que la representación pictórica no es simplemente una reproducción literal de la naturaleza, sino un proceso complejo que involucra la transformación de las formas y relaciones observadas en el mundo natural a través del filtro creativo del pintor.

La Naturaleza de la Representación

Ocampo sostiene que la representación artística implica tomar todas las medidas necesarias para trasladar una serie de relaciones y formas presentes en la naturaleza a un lienzo. A diferencia de una mera imitación, este proceso requiere que el pintor componga y organice estos elementos en un orden representativo. En otras palabras, el pintor no solo reproduce lo que ve, sino que crea un orden artístico que puede diferir significativamente del orden natural.

Orden Natural vs. Orden Artístico

El texto enfatiza la distinción entre el orden natural y el orden artístico. Mientras que el primero se refiere a la disposición real de las cosas en el mundo, el segundo es una construcción del artista que refleja una interpretación personal y subjetiva. Ocampo sugiere que, aunque tradicionalmente se ha buscado una identidad entre el objeto representado y su representación, el orden artístico tiene una autonomía propia y no está necesariamente vinculado a la realidad externa.

La Revalorización de la Representación en el Arte Contemporáneo

Ocampo explora cómo el arte contemporáneo ha reevaluado la teoría de la representación, alejándose de la mimesis (imitación) hacia un enfoque más conceptual. La crítica a la mimesis se basa en la conciencia de que el arte y la poesía poseen un lenguaje propio que se independiza del objeto representado. Este cambio se refleja en la obra de la vanguardia, que ha revalorizado los sistemas de representación y ha introducido nuevas formas de interpretar la realidad.

La Influencia de Rigl, Wolfflin y Worringer

El texto también menciona las contribuciones de teóricos como Rigl y Wolfflin, quienes han defendido diferentes estilos para representar la naturaleza, contrastando con la visión más abstracta de Worringer. A pesar de las críticas que enfrentó Worringer por su enfoque abstracto, su trabajo destaca la idea de que la representación nunca puede ser una simple copia, sino una interpretación del artista basada en su percepción del mundo.

El Estilo como Proyección Artística

Ocampo concluye que la representación es un proceso que va más allá de la simple reproducción. Es un procedimiento elaborado en el que el artista proyecta su visión personal a través de un estilo específico. Este estilo es el esquema particular que el artista utiliza para representar la realidad y constituye la proyección de su propia percepción y enfoque hacia el mundo.

Conclusión

El texto de Estela Ocampo proporciona una reflexión crítica sobre la representación en el arte, subrayando la importancia de la interpretación artística y la autonomía del orden representativo frente al orden natural. A través de un análisis detallado de las teorías y enfoques contemporáneos, Ocampo ofrece una nueva perspectiva sobre cómo los artistas abordan y redefinen la relación entre la realidad y su representación en la pintura.

Ejemplo:

Picasso período azul “la familia “

Picasso tiene en este período tiene una manera de representar en sus pinturas la melancolía que sentía en esos momentos dando una manera de representar lo que ve y cómo lo proyectaba en su estilo.

En esta obra podemos observar el color azul predominante que es un color que representa la tristeza , lo frío también podemos ver que en los rostros de las figuras se ve la desolación. Esta es un claro ejemplo de representación artística ya que el artista logra captar la esencia de el momento .

[eldrith]

Your gaze flickers over words: gaomilaksir and rigle - you pay them little mind at the moment.

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HEY!!!! shush im so happy you liked it & caught that!! i thought it was a fun lil touch🤭

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[azlovesem]

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