#talr

[kulturformidlet]

Fortænkt fantasi i flotte farver

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Der er prominente navne bag – og dermed også høje forventninger til – årets dukketeater hos Marionet Teatret i Kongens Have. ’Sol står op, fugl falder ned’ er en stille forestilling med sprælske farver, som mangler humor og forløsning for at fænge sit publikum. Der er høje forventninger til årets dukketeater i Kongens Have med seje navne i spil som jazzguitarist Jakob Bro. Sæt dertil den poetisk, finurlige forfatter og filmskaber Emma Rosenzweig, der her krediteres som ikke bare dramatiker, men også ’kunstnerisk konceptudvikler’ sammen med den farverige billedkunstner Tal R. Intentionen bag forestillingen er da også superfin og særdeles svær at have noget imod. Der inspireres til fri leg og fantasi – og at turde gå imod strømmen. Noget vores lille dukke undervejs er vældig skræmt over, som han kommer på afveje langt ud i skoven, da han egentlig bare skulle være gået den lige vej i skole. Helt ordret lyder opfordringen til slut i en lidt anstreng ’barnestemme i samklang med voksen-sang; ’Hvis du vil lære at flyve, må du først lære at falde… Deroppe flyver dit mod’.  Som voksen føler man det poetiske budskab, men det er samtidig tydeligt, at langt de fleste i stykkets målgruppe er stået af.

Genstridige fødder og krokodillesko Der grines lidt i starten af hovedpersonens genstridige fødder, der ikke makker ret og har deres egen vilje. Den fjollede kæmpesko med åben snude som et krokodillegab får også et par smil frem, og særlig fint fungerer ideen med at bruge snørebåndet som hundesnor. Alene pga. størrelsesforholdet imellem dukke og sko er det noget af en mundfuld for vores lille dreng at få den kæmpe sko til at makke ret, og som med en genstridig hund i snor er det tydeligvis ikke ham, der bestemmer vejen. Handlingen fortoner sig lidt til fordel for farver og effekter i form af bl.a. en kæmpe rød sol, der til smukke, håbefulde klavertoner stiger op midt i det hele. En lettere kluntet kæmpefugl kommer som en anden Fønix også til, og redder belejligt vores venner ud af skoven, som i bedste Tal R-stil har uregerlige træer, der naivistisk stritter i alle retninger, som et barn kunne have tegnet dem under entusiastisk forklaring af sin tegning. Mere sprælskhed Tal R’s farver og ekspressionistiske streg fylder på den måde forventeligt i scenografiens visuelle udtryk, hvor også det spraglede scenetæppe elegant agerer både seng, og vendt lidt på skrå; trappe, men undertegnede havde håbet på – og også forventet – mere sprælskhed. Både på billedsiden og i fortællingen. Publikums alder taget i betragtning og ikke mindst med det selverklærede mål om at være ’Et billedeventyr for hele familien om at lade fantasien flyve’, kunne der oplagt have været mere smæk på over hele linjen. Og i samme logik: Hvorfor vrider man ikke mere personlighed ud af den overdimensionerede, tamme fugl, når man nu har sådan en med? Det fremstår som en forspildt chance ikke at lokke mere børnelatter ud via den. På den varme forårsdag i strålende sol, hvor denne anmelder så forestillingen, er de sorte dukkeførere heller ikke helt så usynlige, som man kunne ønske sig, og noget af illusionen går lidt tabt med de mange tydelige arme og hænder. Særligt på flyveturen, hvor  størrelsesforholdet ændres, så dukke, sko og fugl skifter fra store til små, er dette ærgerligt. Lækker lydside Noget der til gengæld fungerer virkelig godt stykket igennem er lydsiden. De drømmende toner fra Jakob Bro får momentant det hele til at svæve og slår konsekvent en magisk, blød stemning an, der vækker minder om hans smukke Balladeering-album fra 2009. Og der er oveni det yderst gode lyde undervejs. Lyddesigner Markus Artved fortjener ros for alt fra varierede fuglefløjt, summen af bier og farlig tiger-knurren i skoven, rungende trampen på trappen, taktfast vækkeurs-tikken, høj kaffe-ophældning, brudstykker af nyhederne om bl.a. medvind på cykelstierne – igen et nik til de voksne. Lidt mere humor og sprælskhed til de små havde klædt projektet. FAKTA Marionet Teatret : Sol står op, fugl falder ned - Producent: Det Lille Teater. Dramatiker og kunstnerisk konceptudvikler: Emma Rosenzweig. Scenograf og kunstnerisk konceptudvikler: Tal R. Komponist: Jakob Bro. Instruktør: Rolf Søborg Hansen. Dukkemager: Karin Ørum. Lyddesigner: Markus Artved. Sanger og indtaler: Abel Roman Rosenzweig. Sanger: Dora Selma Rosenzweig. Dramaturg: Camilla Hübbe. Forestillingsleder: Morten Lyster. Scenemester: Rasmus Nordal Jørgensen. Regissør og syerske: Karin Rentsch Jørgensen.  Medvirkende: Yulia Bulankina Lystbæk, Maria Garde og Evi Arnsbjerg Brygmann. Alder: Fra 2 år. Varighed: 30 minutter. Set 26. maj 2023 i Marionet Teatret i Kongens Have, hvor forestillingen spiller til 23. juli. Gratis adgang. Spilletider: Tirsdag-fredag kl. 10.00 & 11.00 (20. maj-23. juni), Tirsdag-fredag kl. 14.00 & 15.00 (24. juni-21. juli), Lørdag-søndag kl. 14.00 & 15.00 (hele perioden)

https://detlilleteater.dk/forestilling/marionet-teatret/sol-staar-op-fugl-falder-ned

[poppurini]

USER SIPHOKLANSAN EXCUSE ME ???????????

When his general card dropped I thought the sleeves were tattoos :')

[sodastarpop]

IM LAUGHTING TOO HARD AHHHHH

[sans-au-sillyman-tournament]

ROUND 3 MATCHUP 3

INK BY @comyet , ART BY @the-bad-sanses

CLASSIC IS BY UHH GOD MADE HIM AND ART BY @sketchalicious

[ehlnofay]

might actually fuck around and make a list of all of my background characters. who shall stand in my way

[tokki-bear]

I BOUGHT TALRS FROM THE BORDERLANDS :33333

[badassfishusern]

* the power i hold . .. . i have: the Undertale Font and the uhhh the Under talr Mod Tool i can do whatever i want. i can do video game forgery

[fagtasticstuff]

or talrs swifts country shit

i like jock stan headcanons bc they don’t erase his chronic case of loser syndrome they just enhance it. it’s like HA! your star quarterback goes home after the big game and cries in his room to WEEZER. what a fucking nerd

[hackernewsrobot]

The Truth About Linear Regression (2015)

https://www.stat.cmu.edu/~cshalizi/TALR/

[lokaleblickecom]

Ausflug zum Umweltzentrum Krefeld

Am 02.03.2024 bietet der Stadtjugendring für Kinder im Alter von 7 – 10 Jahren einen Besuch im Umweltzentrum Krefeld an. Die Mitarbeiter des Umweltzentrums haben für den Stadtjugendring Neukirchen-Vluyn e.V. (SJR) extra ein Programm zum Thema Nachhaltigkeit bzw. nachhaltiger Umgang mit Ressourcen erstellt, welches den Kindern vor Ort in der Natur nähergebracht wird. Die Kinder lernen durch praktische Beispiele und Spiele in der Natur so den richtigen Umgang mit Lebensmitteln, erfahren was ein ökologischer Fußabdruck ist und wie man im täglichen Leben Verpackungsmüll reduzieren kann, umso nachhaltiger zu leben. Die Veranstaltung findet von 14 – 18 Uhr im Umweltzentrum Krefeld statt. Eine Anmeldung ist zwingend erforderlich, da die Teilnehmerzahl begrenzt ist. Ein Unkostenbeitrag in Höhe von 4,- Euro ist vorab zu entrichten. Die Teilnehmer treffen sich um 13:45 Uhr im Umweltzentrum Krefeld, Talring 45, 47802 Krefeld. (eine gemeinsame Anreise findet nicht statt. Die Kinder sollten dem Wetter entsprechende Kleidung tragen und bei Bedarf Verpflegung mitbringen. Weitere Informationen sowie die Anmeldung finden Sie auf der Internetseite des Stadtjugendrings unter www.sjr-nv.de. Read the full article

[letters-to-tension]

Dier Tenshun,

Aftr ye snt yer scroll on tae me, I went an mat tha prncs o yers. Fr sme rezon, hr gards trd t stp me bt I wnt past em an she sed she ws gnna pey me f I hlp.

Pieright lad ye menshuned in our tawks ws thre two. Thot he wud b talr. n ye dint tel me he wuz a coppr.

Dint met Fetver or Sfetlana, but we got cmpny frm a pgsus cald Torndo Trblnce n a younicrn cald Sharight.

Selesdia wasne very impresd wif us, bud she sed she wans us t go t grifonya wish is wer grifns com frm.

She sed tha th grifn empror wans t fite sum ponys who liv nex t th grifns, an she wans us t stp tht.

She also sed tha th buk ye fund on yer kwest wif Pieright ws stolen an tkn t grifonya by sum cltists wh liv ther. Sed dey r de mane grup.

Prntl sum unded kilt al de grifn kngdoms dere wen Selesdia faught hr sista n dey mai hab bin sent by dat clt.

Ekwus Mlus mae b bak.

Da clt xsts cuz Tennybrigh dint liek dat Stahswurl da breaded ws bettr dan hm.

Stahswurl assembled da Pillahs f Ekwestrya n dey evntly fund Selesdia n hr sistah. Tennybrigh an Stahswurl bof wntd t tiech da sistahs, bud Stahswurl bekem th tiechr an rgnt. Tennybrigh wus a soar loosah.

We saw hm kll too gards bt Selesdia dint do a fing. I fink we saw sumfing liek a memry. Siems he wsnt skared f th pillahs He cld bekom smok. Stahswurl n th pillahs trighd t prtct th prnceses bt wsnt abl t stp hm.

Tennybrigh hd a fncy nklase he cld th alikorn amlet he sed he maed.

Stahswurl n th pillahs n Tennybrigh wear fitin in sum kinda sndy plaes.

Stahswurl n th pillahs shod Tennybrigh wif a ranebow n he ws blstd awae. Stijyan ws hrt an Stahswurl dint liek tht.

Tennybrigh bekam Ekwus Mlus.

n now hes bak n raisin an armee. Selesdia gaev us a pies f papr t git wht we wanned, and Torn an Pieright ran of sumwear befour comin bak. Pieright brogt us t th gard hous n dey gav us sum healin potion Thy tuk us to a crt plld by sum gards n they flew awae wif us. We arived at a town kald Tal tael, an intradu intractio we tol each ofer our naems n wo we r. Sharight hs t do sum fings cuz o her rligin. We wer sposed tae met sumun cald Ruff Sees

We askd th pones arond twn were t fnd em We fund th hippcmps n Ruff Sees. Th hippcmps is a ship. No onna thm wooly uns, onna thm big wood fings wht ponys use t travl the sees.

We wnt on th ship an we wnt of t se th wurld.

Yer mate,

Wntrbrees

[ehlnofay]

19! :)

19: sea change

In the last few days of the year 200, Torr kills the Emperor. In early 201, a war breaks out.

It’s not wholly unexpected, at least not by those who know where to look. The Emperor’s death is no small blow to Solitude, the city that sent him off on a voyage he would only exit under a pall; especially considering that the guard had patted itself on the back for successfully foiling an assassination attempt right before his ship left, only for his throat to be slit under their noses, anyway. The head of Skyrim’s Penitus Oculatus appears to have vanished. No-one reports seeing anyone out of place on the boat until they started stumbling over the bodies. The Empire mourns through all the official avenues as the heir prepares for succession; Solitude’s government is busy trying desperately to smooth it over, putting out excessive bounties on the assassin that failed and scraping up intel on the one who succeeded. Not that there’s anything much to find – it’s a locked-room murder, and every logical suspect has an alibi that holds up to interrogation. There are no leads to follow.

And Windhelm is a powder keg.

It always has been, ever since the Great War, as long as Torr or any of his kids have been alive. Short-fused and disillusioned, crowds moving hot as blood through its winding stone streets, it’s always been something tough, hard-throated, splintered into careful lined sections. Torr walks whatever lines he wants, but not everyone has the energy to straddle them; not everyone can.  The upper city is all harsh-cut stone and ice, the bricks ancient, the crowds in a hurry, even though none of them seem to know where they’re going; the Grey Quarter is where the snow runs when it turns to slush and the walls are stuffed with rags. The planks keep snapping with dry rot, sharp and gaping as broken teeth. They need to be filled to keep the cold out. The Cornerclub keeps the fire roaring. Talres goes there to work most days and doesn’t come back up to the house until the streets are empty. No-one knows it’s going to happen, not exactly, but there's no way anyone couldn't know. There are a lot of people who have been waiting on an opening, and all eyes are pointed elsewhere.

With little fanfare, the Jarl and his entourage leave Windhelm.

The city stops being a fuse and starts being the wreckage after it’s blown. Torr is told that there’s a span of a few weeks where Talres stops leaving the house completely. Katla gets arrested again and weasels out of it on her own. The ill-drawn posters of something approaching Torr’s face stuck up over the walls of Solitude are covered up with announcements and calls to join the Legion. Windhelm floods with bodies ready for the rebellion. Aventus’ house is already crowded; in a few months, Torr hears, it’s nigh impossible to walk in for the bedrolls and blankets spread over the floor. The city has never been a warm place in any sense of the word; Torr’s siblings are inundated with more kids and more kids with nowhere else to go. They don’t know if Solitude is much better; they look different now than they did on the night of the assassination that wasn’t and then was, hair cropped shorter and uneven, face gaunter, the weight they’d managed to gain over their comfortable months in Falkreath sloughing off them like a spider’s old skin, but even so it’s a bit much to step foot in there so soon, some of the bounty posters still mouldering on their posts. One of the kids says something about needing a whole other house. They’ve only got the one. Still, it makes Torr think.

(Skyrim has one orphanage, a little wooden hall down on the banks of Riften’s canals. And now there is a cursed house in Windhelm.)

Torr doesn’t go to Solitude. They only occasionally go to Windhelm. When they’re not on business, they stay on the outskirts of Danstrar; the Pale, all frozen winds and snow high enough to ice a horse’s knees, is an unappetising enough target that aside from an announcement of alliance with Windhelm’s Stormcloaks the war has not truly reached them yet. Which is ironic, considering.

(If prompted, Torr probably could have seen this coming – Torr, who spent years with his finger on Windhelm’s pulse, moving through the people and hearing endless talk about the government. It was going to happen sooner or later. And of course the Empire reeling from the assassination of its Emperor – the first since around the time of the Oblivion Crisis, which no-one is anxious to repeat, and the reminder of which put plenty of important people quite on edge – is enough of an opportunity to weigh heavily in sooner’s favour. If he’d thought about it with his blade set beneath the hairs of the old man’s beard, he would have known he was setting a war in motion. What Torr doesn’t know is if he would have cared.)

(Probably not. He still doesn’t, after all. Not enough to regret anything.)

Dead winter bleeds into spring; a little ice melts, and the sea begins to change. Torr’s shoulder aches when the weather is bad. There are clashes on the roads, outside cities, described in newspapers and word of mouth. Cyrodiil ships off heaps of soldiers to spill into Solitude’s ports. The house in Windhelm is overrun. But the nightshade kept in the temperate corner that Babette has transformed into a garden begins to bloom months early. The tides still come in and out.

The old Emperor is dead. Skyrim is tearing itself apart. Torr cleans his knife after use with a soap that smells like lavender and tries very hard to dredge up any guilt.

[dylanjohnsonstuff]

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[rongbennettart]

Tal R drawing #contemporarydrawing #talr #worksonpaper https://www.instagram.com/p/CQOxNHJlKXx/?utm_medium=tumblr

[anjasinspo]

Tal R etchings and woodcut

[delicateartisantrash]

I waited until the whole first season was out, I think? I was so obsessed with the Mandalorian (and still am, im making my mom and I armor >:D) tgat i didn't want to start a new serirs yet.

Then i binge watched the entire thing because i became obsessed with Crosshair and Omega's plotlines in particular, and just all-around love the show. They have one of my FAVORITE animation art styles, also its star wars so c'mon, and the quality of voice acting, the script, the balance of very serious mature stories somehow presented as a kids show the whole family can watch and enjoy, and the phenomenal attebtion to detail in a deceptively simple format.

Just look at all those microexpressions, not just on tbe human characters or even other sentient lifeforms; watch the first episode of Talrs of the Jedi and see how mu h tiny nuanced detail went into animaying the expressions on the Big Kitty's face, a creature not presented as a "sentient" race but a wild animal

I really think I'm as obsessed with Crosshair as I am because i read so much of what he is thinking from his expressive body language. Im wired to notice the tiny things, and he speaks almost exclusively in them.

✨TBB Finale Countdown Day 4✨

So stoked for the finale episodes on Wednesday I can't wait so to harness my excited/anxious energy I'm posting and answer a TBB/Star Wars related question each day - would love if other people joined in/interacted!!! (positive interactions only! no bashing, only loving!)

Day 4: How were you introduced to TBB??

I had like a two-part introduction to TBB because the The Clone Wars S7E1 arc was the first time I'd watched TCW, and I was at my brother's place hanging out SO confused about this show I was watching. So didn't think much of it.

Cut to a month later when I finished binging all of TCW (surprise surprise, I was HOOKED) and got to S7 again. Then those 4 walked off the ship and I was SMACKED with deja vu because that was the scene that played at my brother's place and it all came back to me. It literally took just Hunter finishing their introductions for me to go "ah yes, my newest collection of brain healers. I'm gonna keep these ones"

Play along, reblog/reply with your answer 😊❤️