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Chapter 19: Raven (V)

Raven stirs awake with the memory of Octavia still lingering on her skin. She rolls over, craving more, only to realize that she’s alone.

The bed is empty.

Octavia is nowhere to be found.

Raven should be concerned. Deep down inside she knows it. But the leftover euphoria from last night’s events overpowers all other logical thoughts. A small smile slides across her lips as she takes a moment to relish in it.

This hadn’t been her first time.

No.

Her first time had unfortunately been with Finn. In the backseat of his father’s Audi after one of their standard Friday night dates.

Which, in retrospect, wasn’t even an actual date, to begin with. Finn’s idea of a date meant meeting up with their usual crew at Dave and Buster's for a few hours of Street Fighter and overpriced wings. Then, if she was lucky, they would swing by 7-11 for Sluprees before being dropped back home.

The whole encounter lasted only five minutes at most, including the time it took for them to semi-undress and for Finn to figure out how to put a condom on.

It had been at best awkward, slightly painful, and the farthest thing from enjoyable.

And yet, she had agreed to do it again...

And again...

More out of obligation than anything else.

Because that’s what they were supposed to do.

Or, at least, that’s what Raven thought…

Until that kiss with Echo.

The kiss that had pried her eyes wide open and revealed the real reason behind why she never felt quite satisfied with Finn.

No.

This hadn’t been her first time having sex.

Far from it.

But…

It had been a first.

Of so many things.

Raven’s smile widens as her mind plays through the memories of last night.

The first taste of peppermint chapstick, Octavia’s signature flavor.

The first feather-light touch of familiar fingertips, tracing invisible paths along the slope of her collarbone.

The first sensation of pleasure-driven flames, setting her every inch of her very being on fire.

The first time she has truly felt loved.

And that’s it.

What’s been missing all along.

Love.

Raven lets out a light sigh of content and then peels the covers back from her body and slides out of bed. She grabs a random balled-up sweatshirt from the floor, instantly recognizing it to be one of Bellamy’s.

The sweatshirt had been a souvenir from the spring break trip Bellamy had taken with Jake last year to Athens Greece. A token reminder of just how geeky the raven-haired manchild truly was underneath his charmingly handsome exterior. He wore that sweatshirt religiously for a good six months, even when the weather didn’t call for it. Until the day it disappeared.

Bellamy had sworn that Clarke had stolen it. Even went as far as ransacking her room, which resulted in one of their most epic fights to date. It was so bad that even Abby had had to intervene, grounding both Bellamy and Clarke for a month when all was said and done.

But Raven had known better.

Clarke hadn’t taken the sweatshirt.

It was Octavia.

She had been 99.9% sure of it.

Octavia was always taking Bellamy’s clothes. Never enough, though, for him to notice. Just a t-shirt here and there. Or sometimes a pair of basketball shorts or an old pair of jeans. And she always put them back after a while so that no one ever was to grow too suspicious.

Raven slips the sweatshirt on and instantly is overwhelmed by the comforting scent of sandalwood and vanilla.

“Octavia,” Raven whispers like a prayer. She buries her hands into the front pocket of the sweatshirt and then takes a long, hard look around, not quite sure what to do next.

Going back to bed would be the most logical move, especially given that Raven can feel the throws of an epic hangover just on the horizon. But she already knows that sleep won’t come easy. Not without Octavia.

So instead, Raven continues to wander around the bedroom, casually taking in every last detail. At first glance, there’s nothing out of the ordinary. At least not to the average onlooker. A typical teenaged chaotic mess of dirty clothes, unopened textbooks, and an array of other items haphazardly strewn about.

But Raven is anything but the average onlooker. She sees beyond the ordinary teenaged facade and recognizes the elements around Octavia’s room for what they truly are…

Traces of a person.

A person that Raven has seen flashes of before but hasn’t yet to fully meet in the flesh.

The person that Octavia is meant to be.

Raven makes a round of the room and then starts to head back towards the bed when something catches her eye. A lone DVD box. It sticks out, halfway buried amongst the mess of books and papers on Octavia’s desk. It wouldn’t be so strange except for the fact that she knows that there isn’t a DVD player to found in all of the Griffins' house.

Raven moves closer to get a better look. She brushes away a few stray papers and suddenly the realization blindsides her, causing her heart to swell to insurmountable levels.

It’s a copy of Just One of the Boys.

The exact movie they had been watching during that infamous afternoon in the Griffins’ basement two summers ago. The afternoon where their friendship first started to morph into something more… Something undefined and unknown.

Raven lovingly traces over the title letter by letter as her mind lingers within the memories of the moment.

She doesn’t need to ask the reason behind why this specific DVD just happens to be sitting on Octavia’s desk. Raven already knows. It’s the same exact reason why she didn’t hesitate or second guess the events of last night.

A look of sudden inspiration crosses Raven’s face. She grabs a nearby pen, pops open the DVD, and then scribbles a message on the insert inside. Raven takes a minute to reread her handiwork before closing the case once again and tucking it safely back into the mess of papers.

PING.

The three distinct pings cut through the early morning silence of the bedroom, instantly grabbing hold of Raven’s full attention. She moves back towards the bed, scoops up her phone, and swipes the screen. And suddenly…

The comforting sensation of utter contentment that Raven’s been basking in slowly transforms into one of gut-churning confusion.

Monty: Hey! Are you up? I’m still at Murphy’s and Octavia just showed back up. She and Finn are getting into it.

Monty: Shit. It’s turning ugly. Real ugly. I don’t know what to do. Murphy’s passed out and Jasper took off to go get more beer an hour ago.

Monty: Rae? Please say you’re up. You need to get over here RIGHT NOW!

“Shit,” Raven exhales. She fires off a text back and then with a sudden sense of urgency starts to search for her clothes.

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There it is again.

The sharp twinge of flames. Like a red hot poker jabbing over and over again into the already tender flesh of her lower back.

Raven tries to shift her position but it’s of little use. The flames of pain continue to radiate outwards from her back, extending down until the point on her upper thighs where all sensations simply cease to exist.

There’s no fight against it.

That much she’s certain of.

Raven’s been attempting to stave off the pain for well over the last hour or so now. Experimenting with a variety of remedies in hopes that at least one of them will provide her with a brief respite. But so far, nothing has seemed to work.

Raven’s eyes wander over towards the red button resting against the side of the hospital bed. It taunts her with its ease and simplicity.

One push and no more pain.

That’s all she needs to do.

But…

Raven swallows the dry lump residing in the back of her throat and shifts again. Another sharp pang explodes against the length of her spine bringing an instant set of tears to her eyes. Raven inhales, slow and steady.

It’s getting worse.

She needs to push the button.

But if Raven pushes it, she might as well kiss her clarity goodbye.

Morphine comes with a price.

Sometimes less and sometimes more, but there’s always a price to pay.

The first time Raven learned this lesson was when she was ten years old. Three broken ribs, a fractured radius, and a half-dozen gashes across her chest and back. That’s what it took. She had been living with the constant pain for two full days until she finally had broken down and told Clarke the truth.

Raven doesn’t remember much after that first shot of Morphine. It had come as a surprise, hidden amongst the countless rounds of poking and prodding by nurses and doctors. Each one asking the same painstakingly hard questions over and over again until she couldn’t answer them any more.

Raven had spent the better half of a week lost deep within a Morphine haze as the world around her played out in peculiar, dream-like snippets. There was no sense of time nor place. Just moments. Each one jumbled and out of order as if someone-- or something-- was wreaking havoc within the confines of her brain.

And coming off of the Morphine had been nothing short of a journey through hell as well. With sudden bouts of excruciating pain and physical anguish that no adult-- let alone a child-- should ever have to suffer through.

She should press the button.

But Raven simply can’t bring herself to do it. Not when she more than knows the pay she’ll pay for it.

Raven pulls the hospital sheet up over the button so it’s out of sight and then lets out a slight sigh of relief. She shuts her eyes and forces in on her breathing as a momentary calmness washes over the room.

All she can do is breathe.

A few seconds pass and then--

CLICK.

The sound of the hospital door shutting cuts through the silence, bringing Raven back into the present. Her eyes pop back open and lock in on a set of familiar hazel eyes staring right back at her. And, without any warning, Raven’s stomach plummets to the floor.

Anya.

Anya Woods.

The woman that she has called home for the last three years.

“Hey,” Raven says breaking the silence.

But no words come in return. Instead, Anya stands there, back against the hospital door, with her unreadable mask secured upon her face. She stares at Raven, never once breaking eye contact not even to blink. It’s intense and yet in a strange way comforting.

Raven goes to prop herself up and instantly grimaces as a flash of white-hot pain sears across her body. She falls back into the confines of the pillow with an audible thud.

“Fuck…” Raven exhales, blinking away a stray tear or two then looks back over at Anya to discover two matching sets of tears carving a path down her cheeks as well. “Anh.”

Anya drops her head down at the mention of her name and suddenly Raven wishes more than anything that she could get out of her bed. The distance between them, although trivial in actual length, is beyond suffocating. It lays heavy and dense, encompassing everything in its wake.

“Anya,” Raven says with a bit more softness to her voice.

And then she waits again.

If the last few years with the dirty blonde has taught Raven anything, it’s that no good will come from rushing.

Anya needs time. Time and patience.

Now more than ever before.

Another twinge of pain shoots through her back like a sudden jolt of electricity. She grits her teeth as her eyes roam over to where the red button is hiding. The temptation is brutal at best. But she can’t give in.

No.

Not when there’s a conversation just on the horizon that they’ve been dancing around for well over the last year.

Raven needs to be lucid.

If not for her sake then for Anya’s.

“You died.”

Those two words slice through the silence and hit Raven dead on, momentarily dulling the unrelenting pangs of pain radiating throughout her body. So simple and yet so powerful.

Raven blinks as her mind scrambles to recall the fragments of memories from the aftermath of the crash. But there’s nothing there. Just blank swaths of lost time as if someone has gone and haphazardly erased bits and pieces.

And yet, Raven still knows it’s the truth. Even if the memories are nowhere to be found. She can feel it, deep within her bones.

“I know,” Raven responds.

“Twice,” Anya says and Raven nods. “In the ambulance. I was there. I wasn’t supposed to be, but I fought them on it and they gave in. I watched them shock you back to life, twice.”

“Anh..”

“I almost killed you.” Tears fall harder from Anya’s hazel eyes, fast and unrelenting.

And all Raven can do is helplessly watch from the confines of her bed as Anya finally caves to her pent-up emotions, bound in place by the invisible threads of pain. “Anh, it’s okay. Please… Come here.”

Anya shakes her head. “I almost killed you, Raven.”

“I know, but--”

“No, you don’t. You don’t know. I… I fucked up. I fucked up so badly and it almost…”

“But it didn’t.” Raven blinks again, ignoring yet another white-hot spasm. “I’m here. See? I’m here and I’m okay.”

“You’re not.”

“Anh…”

“You’re not okay.” Anya motions around the room as she begins to spiral down the rabbit hole of long-buried thoughts. “This is not okay… We’re not…”

Anya doesn't need to finish the sentence. Raven already knows what word should come next.

Raven licks her lips and nods again, this time, with nothing but raw honesty within her eyes. “No, Ahn. We’re not okay. We haven’t been for a very long time.”

And the floodgates finally burst open, turning Anya’s steady stream of tears into full-blown sobs. “Raven, I--”

“Anya Woods, get your ass over here now.”

Anya pulls herself away from the confines of the doorway and makes her way across the room as she continues to give in to the gut-wrenching sobs. She curls up into Raven’s open arms and the Latina engulfs her in a soothing embrace.

It’s not an ending nor a reconciliation. Nor any other definable type of moment.

It’s just a release. Like a deep breath of air that, up until this very moment, neither one of them has realized they have been holding on to.

Moments pass by and ever so slowly the sobs start to taper off until only a few stray tears remain. Raven runs her hands through Anya’s hair, gently stroking the dirty blonde curls like she used to do years ago back when they first started dating.

“I’m so sorry,” Anya whispers against Raven’s side.

“I know. I am too.”

“I never meant for this to happen… Not to you.” Anya buries herself deeper and the flames of pain once again radiate their up and down Raven’s back. But she ignores it.

This…

This moment is just too important to be interrupted by something so trivial as pain. Raven has been living with some variance of pain all of her life.

A few more moments of it now won’t kill her.

“I know you didn’t… But it did.” Raven licks her lips and exhales, pushing the pain out through her mouth. “And it could’ve been so much worse.”

Silence again.

And Raven waits. She continues to run her fingers through the dirty blonde curls, allowing the simple action to speak for her. Words are not what Anya needs… Not now.

“I wasn’t drunk.”

Raven nods as her fingers maintain their pace. Steady and reassuring.

“I wasn’t… I had had a few drinks earlier. Just to help me try and sleep, but… But I wasn’t drunk. I swear. I…” Anya trails off and wraps her arm tighter around Raven, like a little child clutching to their security blanket.

And in that moment, it clicks. That’s the real crux of their relationship.

Security.

They had been each other’s security during a time when everything else in their world was nothing more than unreliable.

But now…

Now they need to learn how to operate without the security of a safety net. And if they fall, they fall.

Because although security is a form of love, it’s not the right type of love. At least not for either one of them.

“Anh…” Raven starts but is cut off by yet another fiery lash of pain. It jolts through every inch of her body, stronger than ever beyond. Almost blinding in its raw power.

“Rae?” Anya lifts her head in sudden concern. “Rae? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing...” Raven replies through gritted teeth and swallows back down the aftershocks. “Just sore. That’s all.”

“God, I’m so sorry… I promise, once we get out of here, I’ll cut back. No more drinking on weekdays. Or by myself. And I’ll get some help too. Maybe try that counseling that Miller recommended. I know I said I would do it months ago, but this time I will for real. Promise.”

Raven nods but can’t bring herself to respond. The pain, both physical and emotional, is too much to bear. She inhales a deep breath as she fights with every ounce of strength she has left to main calm and lucid.

But the siren song of morphine grows louder by the second.

“Anh,” Raven pauses to lick her lips again as she takes a moment to mull over her next words. She needs to choose them wisely. Pick the wrong ones and Anya will shut down or even worse…

“You don’t believe me… Do you?” Anya says with a sudden look of disbelief.

“I do…” Raven responds.

“But, you don’t.” Anya suddenly peels herself off of Raven and stands back up as her inner panic and fear take over. “You don’t believe me at all. You never do.”

Another lash of fire.

Raven can’t help but give in to the muscle spasm as her body silently screams for relief.

“I believe you, but--”

“But you don’t! You think I’m just giving you lip service again. Like last time.”

Beads of sweat start to form along Raven’s hairline. She grits her teeth and then shoves back down yet another tidal wave of pain.

Time isn’t on her side.

“Anh… You need help.”

“I know. I said I’m gonna get it.”

“No. I mean real help.”

Anya stares at Raven for a moment or two as she lets the meaning of those words sink all the way in. “I don’t need rehab.”

Raven remains silent but not by choice. The flames have all but rendered her useless. They dance their way across her nerves, engulfing everything in a blaze of white, hot pain.

She can’t fight it anymore.

It’s too much.

Raven grabs hold of the red button and slams her thumb down on it.

“Rae?”

Raven wants to respond, but her words are long gone. Instead, she closes her eyes and waits for the familiar relief from a long-forgotten friend.

1… 2… 3…

“Rae? What’s wrong?”

But nothing.

The flames grow higher.

4… 5… 6…

“Raven!”

Raven jabs the button again, more desperate than ever before.

7… 8… 9…

“Raven! Shit! Talk to me!”

Raven tries to take a deep breath, but it’s too late. The flames have already reached her lungs.

“Help! Please! Somebody!”

And then the world around Raven fades to white as she finally gives in to the fire and let it consume her whole.

#clexa #clexa fic #octaven #raven reyes #anya woods #ranya #the 100 #wlw #fanfic #ao3

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dutifulsilence · 1 year ago

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Link knows it all too well, how quiet and lonesome Hyrule could be. He'd thought he'd never have to deal with it again after defeating the Calamity, but ever since the Upheaval, Link had been back on his own, long nights filled with questions of if he'd ever find Zelda, if his friends would survive the disasters in their own realms. If he could fight another war as one man against evil.

And he could see the hint of similar loneliness in the other man's eyes; it was the same look Link saw in his own reflection whenever he looked down into water.

Maybe it was no coincidence he'd spotted him.

Link gives a nod to the offer of meat and rice - it sounded like the perfect addition to the meal he'd been intending to make and it would make sure both of them got their fill. He pulled a capsule from his bag to use the Zonai cooking pot inside.

« Let's get cooking. » he offered a small smile to the other. « I'm Link, by the way. Can i ask your name? »

"Yes... I suppose that it does."

Loneliness. When was the last time he stopped to acknowledge his own, so focused on moving from one point to the next, so focused on anything but his emotions.

Was he lonely? Something in his eyes says yes, but he only continues to smile.

Gesturing to his own fire, inviting the other hylian to join him, Aluhk keeps talking even as he starts digging out his cooking supplies.

"Do you have any preferences? I have some meat and rice. Perhaps we could use those as well."

#herospledge #v ; though i wander far [undefined]

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undisonae · 6 years ago

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TOLKIEN || tagged v: a softness came from starlight

“i laughed today. / for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun, not light / from some dead star.”

( via )

NOTE The timeline on this setting is wide open and adapts to the primary setting of your Tolkien muse or whatever we plot!

TL;DR A fallen star sparked from creation willed herself to personify and is lifted from the sea by the sun. She is a benevolent, playful spirit of hope and joy that’s wandered Middle earth since the end of the Second Age.

THERE IS MAGIC in the earth, and with it, life. Every living thing, whether it has a beating heart or is but a blade of grass, carries with it immeasurable energy. A magic that is celebrated by men and hobbits, shaped by the dwarves in their great craft halls, and mastered by elves. Is it such great surprise that this magic, great and wondrous as it is, would spark into something more? Into someone?

Her first memories are of the Seven Fathers, of those very first Dwarves created deep in the earth and slumbered until the Children of Ilúvatar took shape. This shapeless creature of light watched with AWE the waking of the First Born. From the stars she watched these elves shape their own worlds. Their lives, their culture. For an age she lived among the stars to gaze lovingly upon the world’s firstborns.

O’, but the world had just begun! When the sun first rose so did this light in the night sky fall into the sea. The moon pushed and pulled her and when the sun would set her siblings, the stars, would relay the world’s ever growing wonders as their reflections joined in the sea. Most wonderfully they spoke of the Second Born, of a mortal and finite peoples who took JOY in their fleeting existences! Every night they would speak to their sister that had fallen into the sea and every dawn they would leave with the sun’s approach.

Millennia pass and this cycle, though bearable, is far from satisfying. For the First Age this nameless spark watched, for half of the Second Age she listened, but it was a LONELY existence. This creature, once a star and now part of the sea, craved more.

And so as the sea kissed the shore she asked it to shape her a form. To sculpt her body from clay and shells into a form that could be received by man and elf alike. She craved LIFE. For all its joy, all its suffering. She wanted to laugh and breathe, to love! And be loved in turn! Millennia more pass and finally as the sun rises it lifts this child of sea and sky to the shore.

She is ADHLEA, The First Light of Dawn.

If there was ever joy and hope in a mortal form it was she. Though an ageless creature born from sea and stars she took her first mortal breaths as a child. She was, by all accounts, flesh and blood. Thick black hair is split by delicate pointed ears, her two arms and two legs ended in ten digits. Two lovely dark eyes carried star shine in them from her life in the sky and always, no matter how far she wandered, did she carry the scent of sea air.

AND HOW FAR SHE WANDERS, with her two legs to carry her! For hundreds of years she is but a child. A playful spirit innocent to the fouler workings of mortality. Travelers that encounter her are baffled to find an “elf” child alone in whatever wilderness of the world she places herself in. Those fair of heart have illnesses lifted and spirits calmed in her presence. And for those who would mean ill? PITY to their rotted soul!

As she travels, she learns, and though it takes millennia slowly does she age. From playful child, to reckless adolescent, and at the beginning of the Third Age: a woman of wisdom. Adhlea still travels far and wide in the body she crafted so long ago. Through wars, famines, and all the cruelties of mortality she endures as the personification of HOPE. For she is a child of the sea, fathered by the sun and kept company by her siblings, the stars, and mortality is all she ever wanted.

NAME: Adhlea ALT. NAMES: Dawn, First Light, Hope AGE: Undefinable RACE: Undefinable, could be perceived as Elf by anyone that’s not an elf POWERS: Adhlea’s magic is that of will. Given time, she can bend a great many energies to do as she pleases such as healing the injured, making flowers bloom, carrying messages on the wind, etc

#|| writing age: undefiable was such big dick energy #anyways #finally wrote my fucking tolkien au #cut for length #i got carried away ||#v: a softness came from starlight (tolkien)#v: info

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imogenrubergadad1001 · 8 years ago

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Rumination - Assignment 2

We used a google doc to collate all of our information, research and development of ideas:

Rhythm 0, Marina Abramovic (1974)

https://vimeo.com/71952791

Interested in how far you can push the energy of the human body

Limits → about the mind not the body

How far the public will go if the artist doesn’t do anything

72 items on a table with instructions saying “I am an object you can do what you want to me and I will take all responsibility for 6 hours.”

Various items including one pistol with a single bullet. Meant audience had potential to kill her. Wanted to take chance to see what audience would do

As soon as 6 hours up, audience left, they couldn’t confront her as a person

Tate Shots: Marina Abramovic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UODaRxt8Zuw

Performance art is about being present at the time of performance

Takes many years to prepare because all the components must work

About a dialogue with the audience

Marathon Reading of Stanislaw Lem’s “Solaris”

https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/behind-a-blindfold-notes-on-a-marathon-reading-of-stanislaw-lems-solaris/

People sit in a room blindfolded while listening to Lady Gaga reach a chapter of “Solaris”

Ran for around 6 hours I think

Ideas similar to those we were talking about at NAS

Places responsibility upon the audience to actively engage with the performance, meaning listening and letting go of reality

Vice Interview with Marina Abramovic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80QTY91WpQk

Nice introduction to the artist and what she’s about

Rhythm 0 – Abramovic was previously criticised for “doing too much” in her performance art, so she decided to perform an artwork where the artist does nothing at all and it’s in the audience’s hands instead

More interesting to perform with people who ignore you or don’t like you

Ego is the artist’s weakness – “Today I’m a star, tomorrow I’m a black hole.” She thinks you should believe any day you can become a black hole.

Interesting time-based project idea:

Instructional video which informs audience what to do

Think of the artist in your mind

Think of the most amazing piece of artwork you can

Can provide blindfolds and block off light

Create an artist plaque which lists everyone in class as the artist

Instructional Art pieces

http://www.a-i-u.net/yokosays.html

“Displaying just the instructions as paintings was going one step further, pushing visual art to its optimum conceptualism; it would open up a whole new horizon for the visual arts.” -- Yoko Ono on Instruction Paintings 1995

Could have three different audios with really random instructions that add up to 5 mins

The work is the combination of the instructions and the results of the class

An interesting collection of instructions by Yoko Ono

https://monoskop.org/images/2/2a/Ono_Yoko_Grapefruit_A_Book_of_Instructions_and_Drawings_by_Yoko_Ono_S_and_S_edition_excerpt.pdf

Audio instruction idea:

You see the perfect artwork.

The sight of it fills your heart with an imperceptible feeling.

An unidentifiable cacophony of emotions swell in your chest.

You think of one of your favourite pieces of art. You attempt to conjure an image of the work in your mind.

The picture in your head does not even compare to the perfect artwork in front you.

You gaze at the perfection of the artwork. You are stunned by its miraculousness. You cannot recall a moment in your life you felt even remotely similar to how you feel right now.

Suddenly your heart brews with excitement. Wait until you tell your friends and family. Even the most uncultured and unappreciative of them will not be able to deny its perfectness.

Before people enter classroom, they are given blindfolds - they then wander around like they are in an art gallery but without their eyesight

Can include other audio elements like sound effects

An artwork by the audience:

Provide a large canvas or sheet of paper

Hand out art supplies

Let people work on the paper

Hang the paper up and present it as “our” artwork

More refined audio instructions: (i prefer this one, more engaging i think :) )

Read this all quite slowly and deliberately plz :)

Welcome, to your conscience.

I invite you to relax, and get comfortable.

Please, close your eyes.

And do not open them until the time comes.

You, you are the artist.

You are a creator, an inventor, a pioneer.

You are made to create.

You were born for this.

You have authority.

And you, are a masterpiece.

Imagine a formless shape. An undefinable shape that has yet to become anything in particular. A blank slate that you have not yet made your mark on. Allow yourself the time and patience to fully realise this in your mind. I’ll give you a minute.

Now, take that formless shape before you, and contemplate the infinite possibilities of that shape. The endlessness of that shape.

What it could become. This ambiguous thing has the potential to become anything you desire. To be an object of great beauty.

Or an object of great disgust. To be decorated with grandeur and opulence.

Or to portray itself as modest and humble.

To insightfully further the conversation.

Or obsess over trivialities.

To boldly push the envelope open.

Or remain in a comfort zone.

To bring betterment to the world

Or perhaps to make it even worse.

Now, take a moment to grasp your unique vision in your mind. Using your supreme authority as a creator, craft your vision of what that form could become.

Anything.

No limitations.

No hesitations.

Finally.

It is the time to do what you do best.

Take this form, and create your piece. This process can be long and arduous. You may feel frustrated. Imagine the last time you felt annoyed.

And amplify that feeling by a thousand.

Because of this you may want to give up halfway. It’s important to be patient though. Let your creative instinct take control.

Words, shapes, lines, tones, structure. More.

This is you.

This is yours to define.

This is yours to decide.

Never give up.

Don’t give in.

Believe in yourself.

You can do this.

You can.

Believe

Now, open your eyes.

Use the available materials before you to express your conceptual piece.

You are not restricted by medium or choice of tool.

You are not restricted by how you use these mediums or tools.

You are not restricted by content.

Good luck, and thank you for your participation.

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(((On a separate powerpoint slide, to appear when everyone opens their eyes:)))

Use the available materials before you to express your conceptual piece.

You are not restricted by medium or choice of tool.

You are not restricted by how you use these mediums or tools.

You are not restricted by content.

Good luck, and thank you for your participation.

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I like where this is going. I’m going to record my brother saying it and play around with sound effects! Do we want to still look at doing three totally different sounding pieces, or one very cool, dramatic, emphasised piece which alludes to multiple senses by changing tone, pace, sound, etc?

Blindfold audience whilst instructions are read?

Give them a few choices of mediums to choose from? Or limit each person to one thing, i.e. one red pencil??

I think itd be more interesting to have the audience create the artwork at the same time as the recording so maybe we could do a trial using this script.. I can do it with my brother and have hie draw at the same time and if one of you wants to do the script and have someone draw after? And then we can discuss the implications and results of each?

Experiments:

One person to play the script for one person with their blindfold on, and then they draw/create

Another person to play it for someone else and they create something at the same time as hearing the instructions

Inspiring youtube vids you might wanna check out :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjJQBjWYDTs

(like a girl)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=litXW91UauE

(Dove you’re more beautiful than you think)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhB3l1gCz2E

(always, labeled as)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWTRwj9t-vU

(acne)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2OcKQ_mbiQ

(slap her)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aW8BDgLpZkI

(you’re beautiful)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPt5XnCUOvg

(success)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNOTWjIJ58E

(would you help a girl)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74ZL2KFMhVQ

(do you believe in god?)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6awUtOa4nd8

(compliments)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2e6W_i8Lk3Q

(glass ceiling)

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dutifulsilence · 1 year ago

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"Maybe just a little." Don't look at him for the way his voice's pitch rose, he knows it sounded desperate. For all that Link is not the most subtle of Hylians, he's certainly not the most direct, either. He never would've said anything to Sidon had the other not said something first.

"Well, It's not really polite for a Zora to do that to a Hyl-"

Sidon's brain short circuited for a moment as he realized the implications of this.

"Wait a minute, you're saying you want me to bite you?"

#mako muses #v ; though i wander far [undefined]

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ruveluarna-blog · 8 years ago

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Time Based Collaboration: working through ideas

These are the ideas Imogen, Marleena, and myself have been collating on a google doc.

Rhythm 0, Marina Abramovic (1974)

https://vimeo.com/71952791

Interested in how far you can push the energy of the human body

Limits → about the mind not the body

How far the public will go if the artist doesn’t do anything

72 items on a table with instructions saying “I am an object you can do what you want to me and I will take all responsibility for 6 hours.”

Various items including one pistol with a single bullet. Meant audience had potential to kill her. Wanted to take chance to see what audience would do

As soon as 6 hours up, audience left, they couldn’t confront her as a person

Tate Shots: Marina Abramovic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UODaRxt8Zuw

Performance art is about being present at the time of performance

Takes many years to prepare because all the components must work

About a dialogue with the audience

Marathon Reading of Stanislaw Lem’s “Solaris”

https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/behind-a-blindfold-notes-on-a-marathon-reading-of-stanislaw-lems-solaris/

People sit in a room blindfolded while listening to Lady Gaga reach a chapter of “Solaris”

Ran for around 6 hours I think

Ideas similar to those we were talking about at NAS

Places responsibility upon the audience to actively engage with the performance, meaning listening and letting go of reality

Vice Interview with Marina Abramovic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80QTY91WpQk

Nice introduction to the artist and what she’s about

More interesting to perform with people who ignore you or don’t like you

Ego is the artist’s weakness – “Today I’m a star, tomorrow I’m a black hole.” She thinks you should believe any day you can become a black hole.

Interesting time-based project idea:

Instructional video which informs audience what to do

Think of the artist in your mind

Think of the most amazing piece of artwork you can

Can provide blindfolds and block off light

Create an artist plaque which lists everyone in class as the artist

Instructional Art pieces

http://www.a-i-u.net/yokosays.html

Could have three different audios with really random instructions that add up to 5 mins

The work is the combination of the instructions and the results of the class

An interesting collection of instructions by Yoko Ono → https://monoskop.org/images/2/2a/Ono_Yoko_Grapefruit_A_Book_of_Instructions_and_Drawings_by_Yoko_Ono_S_and_S_edition_excerpt.pdf

Audio instruction idea:

You see the perfect artwork.

The sight of it fills your heart with an imperceptible feeling.

An unidentifiable cacophony of emotions swell in your chest.

You think of one of your favourite pieces of art. You attempt to conjure an image of the work in your mind.

The picture in your head does not even compare to the perfect artwork in front you.

You gaze at the perfection of the artwork. You are stunned by its miraculousness. You cannot recall a moment in your life you felt even remotely similar to how you feel right now.

Suddenly your heart brews with excitement. Wait until you tell your friends and family. Even the most uncultured and unappreciative of them will not be able to deny its perfectness.

Before people enter classroom, they are given blindfolds - they then wander around like they are in an art gallery but without their eyesight

Can include other audio elements like sound effects

An artwork by the audience:

Provide a large canvas or sheet of paper

Hand out art supplies

Let people work on the paper

Hang the paper up and present it as “our” artwork

More refined audio instructions: (i prefer this one, more engaging i think :) )

Read this all quite slowly and deliberately plz :)

(Welcome, to your conscience.)

(Please, close your eyes.)

( And do not open until the time comes)

(You, you are the artist.)

(You are a creator, an inventor, a pioneer.)

(You are made to create.)

(You were born for this.)

(You have authority.)

(And you, are a masterpiece.)

Imagine a formless shape. An undefinable shape that has yet to become anything. A blank canvas that you have not yet made your mark on. Allow yourself the time to fully realise this being in your mind. I’ll give you a minute. Now take that formless shape, and imagine the infinite possibilities of that shape. What that form could become. This ambiguous thing has the potential to become anything you desire. To be an object of great beauty. To be decorated with grandeur and opulence. To be moulded into an appealing and attractive element. Take a moment to realise this process in your mind. Imagine what that form could become.

(Anything.)

(No limitations.)

(No hesitations.)

(This, is art.) Now take this form, and create your piece. This process can be long and arduous. You may feel frustrated. You may want to give up halfway. It’s important to be patient though. Let your creative instinct take control.

(Never give up.)

(Don’t give in.)

(Believe in yourself.)

(You can do this.)

(You can.)

(Believe)

(open).

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Blindfold audience whilst instructions are read?

Give them a few choices of mediums to choose from? Or limit each person to one thing, i.e. one red pencil??

Experiments:

One person to play the script for one person with their blindfold on, and then they draw/create

Another person to play it for someone else and they create something at the same time as hearing the instructions

Inspiring youtube vids you might wanna check out :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjJQBjWYDTs

(like a girl)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=litXW91UauE

(Dove you’re more beautiful than you think)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhB3l1gCz2E

(always, labeled as)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWTRwj9t-vU

(acne)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2OcKQ_mbiQ

(slap her)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aW8BDgLpZkI

(you’re beautiful)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPt5XnCUOvg

(success)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNOTWjIJ58E

(would you help a girl)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74ZL2KFMhVQ

(do you believe in god?)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6awUtOa4nd8

(compliments)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2e6W_i8Lk3Q

(glass ceiling)

#adad1001

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