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vibrantpixels · 1 year

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gosh, i wanted to be an author so bad when i was a kid. i went to delete my old abandoned email when i noticed the storage drive had a folder with all my book ideas and i want to share the most fleshed-out, non-fanfic, one here because i have nowhere else to post it and i want to immortalize it in some way. im sorry for the cringe but this is entirely for me

"Ofelia… (WHY I CHOSE MY OWN INTERNET NAME IDK)

…Is what they called her and she didn’t know why.

As she opened her eyes for what felt like the first time in her life, the brown-eyed girl was met with faces she couldn’t recognize but knew she should have. Ofelia, she heard called out over and over again in the background while tears of joy fell from the eyes of a middle-aged man sat at her bedside, who wore harsh laugh lines on both corners of his mouth and had splotches of blue, green, and purple staining the thin skin beneath his cloudy gray eyes; the tears dampening the cotton blue sheets that encompassed the girl’s fragile limbs. (I STILL LOVE RUN-ON SENTENCES)

Those eyes of his in which she saw pain, hopelessness, and fear; the color, lacking any saturation; so pale and unblemished that they would appear to fade into the white canvas surrounding the iris if it weren’t for the fine blue tint that outlined the gray. Those eyes that she intrinsically knew and brought her immediate comfort. Not the calling of her name, which should sound familiar, or the tight and welcoming embraces from her supposed “loved ones,” but the haunted eyes of a man who claimed to be her father.

While trying to piece together the broken fragments of her memory, the girl named Ofelia discovers terrible truths about herself and the world she lives in.

~PLOT~

Ofelia. No last name. Father is a visionary. (Can perceive future events in dreams or while in a trance) Government makes everyone who is a suspected visionary undergo rigorous testing. If they are found as a positive subject, the patient’s melanin is drained from their eyes (they turn pale gray) in order to be identified (naturally gray eyes do not exist for the purpose of this plot) in public. These people are protected at all times and are well respected in society (though they are strictly prohibited from discussing any visions with anyone but government officials in exchange for said protection), but can be targeted by border-hopping criminals (their intentions are to save the people from their corrupt government, but the government makes them the enemy and their people follow). Border-hoppers want to capture visionaries to prove to the other citizens that their future is bleak under their government’s rule. Subjects who test negative are not spared. These people are killed because the conditions in which they are treated and the tests they go through reveal too much about the corrupt ways of the government that they couldn’t risk letting them go free. Ofelia is a visionary and gets scary dreams often so her father requests for the tests to be performed on her (her father is one so it is common that children inherit this “gift”). When Ofelia takes the tests, she doesn’t take them seriously and fails, not knowing of the consequences. While waiting on death row (she does not know that she is awaiting her death), at the same time, her father is trying to convince the president to give his daughter another chance. Just as the president is about to agree, the room where the ‘negative’ visionaries are held until their death gets a tranquilizing vapor siphoned through the air vents, and they are all dragged out by the Border Hoppers. Ofelia begs to be taken back home, but she is knocked out. When she awakens, she meets a girl she once knew dressed in border-hopper-attire [WHATEVER THAT IS LOL, I CAN'T PICTURE IT]. Ofelia feels betrayed. The girl tells Ofelia what her government does to those that fail the test and that it was going to happen to her. Ofelia doesn’t believe her so they show her hidden security footage that the border-hoppers stole from the government building (they had an inside man; her father) and she cries. Her father shows up briefly to reassure her and ask her to help the border-hoppers destroy their government. She was the key. Ofelia only gets visions in her sleep, so she is sedated for most of the day, only conscious to eat and use the restroom. She almost gives up because she is so weak and tired from being under all the time. Then she encounters a boy, a boy she knew was still living on the other side. They were speaking through their visions but he was not found as a visionary yet. Together, they slowly reveal all of their government’s secrets and manage to tear down the wall that separated the two states. But it is not over yet.

FIRST OF ALL, I smell the Divergent trilogy influence as it was one of my favorite book series during this time (2014!!!! can u believe??!?!?) like killing all divergents and tris' mom being in on the whole shebang

Sprinkle in some divided nations specifically from the legend series by Marie Lu (god i loved those books; i bought champion and rebel years ago but have yet to read them :| )

And you see how I set up the idea for a sequel when i never even wrote a single chapter for this one????? i was CONFIDENT

if you read all this, im sorry

#i am turning 24 #this was from about ten years ago #i know this is a sims blog but #this was necessary #non sims

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palehairdopastastudent · 3 years

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Blog entry # 2

Salunoy, Micah

12- Malamaya

Culminating activity

"WHAT A MASTERPIECE"

Filipino artists today, especially the younger ones, paved a different breed from their predecessors.

The content of this blog was all about the Filipino artists who express freedom through their arts, their works and triumphs, and what made them for now.

FILIPINO ARTIST:

Fernando Amorsolo

He is a painter.

His works romanticized life that reminds Filipinos by tranquil rural landscapes.

One of his works:

Under the Mango tree, 1935

Carlos "Botong" Francisco

He is also a painter.

He drew and painted genre paintings that is inspired by the of his town, Angono, in Rizal.

One of his works:

HiSoAre, Hi so you are

Nick Joaquin

He is a Manileno novelist, playwright, journalist, historian and essayist.

His pen name was "Quijano De Manila", and he uses it for writing articles to published at Philippine Free Press Magazine (tackled about the diverse heritage of the Philippines and he gives his opinion about the culture of his time for decades).

FILIPINA ARTIST:

It is a phenomenon that the world of art has been dominated by men ever since the beginning of history.

But now, things have changed.

Women artist have become visible, because of the initial steps of three women graphic artist in the year of 1970s and 1980s.

These are the three:

Ofelia Gelvezon-Tequi

She is a printmaker and also a painter.

Her latest works are a series of Philippine madonnas.

Brenda Fajardo

She is a doctor in Philippine studies and Professor Ermita in the University of the Philippines

She is also a multi-awarded artist, educator and cultural worker.

Her nationalistic themes are taken from Philippine folklore, legends and mythology. She relates her works to contemporary life.

She had her national and international awards and grants (2012 Gawad CCP para sa Sining Biswal and the CCP Centennial Honors for the Arts in 1999).

Imelda Cajipe-Endaya

She is a mixed-media artist, curator, writer and organizer.

She is one of the first to use nontraditional materials for her artworks (usually fragmented arrangements of artistic scenes).

She is also an active women's rights advocate.

Indeed, Filipino and Filipina Artist are versatile. He/She creates not just only to realize his/her personal fulfillment, but also to express a point of view. They are a storyteller, narrating the everyday life of extraordinary events, presenting cultures, recording and preserving history for the future generations to see.

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impala-imagines · 7 years

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Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead Part: One Two three Word Count: 1,476 Characters: Reader x Troy Otto, this part is more Reader x Nick than Troy Reader Gender: I don’t think i’ve said. Warnings: Angst, lots of angst. Author note: Please send feedback, it’s very much appreciated! <3

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Looking from Troy over to where Nick stood staring at the pair of you, you felt your heart sinking. “Nick.” You uttered softly. How long had he been stood there? Had he seen the two of you kissing, or was he angry over the closeness that the pair of you currently shared? You weren’t sure. “What the hell are you doing with this guy?” Nick snapped pushing Troy away from you, anger in his face. “Nick!” You shouted trying to push him back. “Nick, stop!” But Nick wasn’t listening; he moved and swung a punch, hitting Troy in the jaw. “Nick!” Troy looked up, his hand held his jaw as he wiggled it from side to side. “I suggest you listen to Y/N, Nick. Otherwise you’ll regret it!” Troy’s words left his lips and they caused Nick to move to shove him once again, this time you were able to move between them and push Nick back.

“Back to the cabin Nick, now!” You snapped at him, shoving him away from Troy. Moving to walk after Nick, you glanced back at Troy for a moment, then turned and made your way after him. Nick was so frustrating, why was he acting like this? Moving after him, you folded your arms and let out a gentle sigh, you felt pretty awful right now. While you couldn’t help but smile a little about the kiss you’d shared with Troy, you couldn’t help but wonder what on earth it was that was bothering Nick so damn much. Part of you thought maybe it was jealousy, but the other part of you knew it wasn’t, it was because he’d nearly killed the family.

Arriving at the cabin, you stepped inside and slammed the door loudly behind you. “What the hell was that?” Nick yelled before you could get a word in. “It’s me who should be asking you that Nick!” You near enough screamed at him. “He nearly killed our family!” You shook your head hard. “No Nick, he nearly killed YOUR family, this family. It’s not my fault. I leave and you all just carry on, we’re not blood, none of you actually care about me, not to the degree you claim to. I’m just someone who has been with you since the start.” Your voice fell as you spoke, you felt your heart start to sink as you came to terms with the truth.

“That is bullshit and you know it Y/N, we love you, you’re a member of our family! To have you messing with that… that asshole, you’re betraying our family!” Staring at him, you wanted to badly to bring your arm up and slap him across the face, but you couldn’t do it. You weren’t sure if Nick saw your fists clench for a second, but the instant that they relaxed, you looked up at him and sighed. “That isn’t true Nick, that isn’t true at all. I’m always going to be picked last like if we were in gym class Nick, you, Alicia, your Mom all come before I do. You might call me family, but if I killed someone and was told I had to leave somewhere, I’d be cast out alone, because your safety, the three of yours, is more important.”

There was a long pause, your eyes looked down at your feet and you couldn’t help but find yourself shaking your head slowly as he denied it. “It’s not true, we’d not let that happen.” Scoffing rather loudly, you looked away and sighed. “Not true Nick, you say it’s not true, but look at Strand. Look what happened when he killed Thomas and wouldn’t kill himself, he was cast out and no one went with him. The only reason we were going too was because the place got set on fire.” Nick looked down at you, his soft puppy eyes looking down at you, reaching out his fingers traced your cheek causing you to pull away. “It’s not true, I’d come with you.”

You’d just made it onto the Abigail; you’d already been patched up and now were lying on a bed below deck. Staring up at the ceiling a soft sigh leaving your lips as you tried to focus on anything but the pain radiating through your shoulder. “Y/N?” Sitting up as you heard Nick calling for you, you stood up and slowly moved to the door and opened it. “Nick?” You asked seeing him walking past. He stopped and turned back to look at you. “Hey, I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Looking at him you couldn’t help but smile ever so softly. “Coming to play Doctor are you?” There was a low chuckle from Nick’s lips and he found himself grinning as he moved into the room. “Maybe I am.” He teased coming to take a seat beside you. Slipping your jacket off and pulling your arm out of your shirt so that he could look, you looked down.

“What you did, that was rather brave. Ofelia owes you her life.” You let out a soft chuckle and shook your head. “No, she doesn’t. I was just protecting our own.” You commented as you felt Nick’s fingers running over your body and fixing up your shoulder. “Don’t be so modest.” He whispered, you could feel his breath on his shoulder. Looking up, your eyes met his and as you stared at each other, you found yourself leaning in; his fingers fell from your shoulder and ran gently down your arm. Your lips met his, as your hand moved to cup his face. It was a soft and sweet kiss, but it was strong and full of desire. It pulled the air from your lungs. Breaking the kiss, you had to wonder if that meant he wanted you the way you wanted him.

His touch brought you back to that moment, reminded you of what it felt like when he’d kissed you. That moment you’d been convinced that maybe, just maybe there was going to be something between you, but after that first kiss, nothing ever happened. “Nick.” You found yourself whispering softly, looking up at him. You’d not expected it, but a second later his lips were upon yours. But your heart no longer fluttered, your body no longer responded to him. Pulling away after only a second, you moved back needing to create the space between the two of you. “Don’t you dare, you’re with Lucy. Don’t.” You repeated, your hand moving to slap him. It was the first time you’d ever hit anyone, but Nick deserved it after that. Stepping back away from him, you shook your head slowly your eyes looking down away from you. You needed to make the space between them, needed him to get away from you right now.

“I’m sorry, I.” You shook your head softly. “Do not even start Nick.” You snapped shaking your head. “You do this to me every time Nick, you do this to everyone!” You snapped trying to keep the distance between the two of you. “You never cared for me Nick.” You whispered, your eyes looking away from his. “The last however many years that I’ve known you Nick, you’ve used me. You don’t care; you don’t even look at me like someone you’ve ever felt anything for!” You spoke feeling a sinking feeling inside of your chest. “It all makes sense now really, the times you showed up, pretended to care about me, only to then borrow money, you never cared about me, you cared about yourself, you cared about you and you only. I was just too blind to see it, you never wanted me.”

Nick shook his head softly, moving closer to you. His hands moved to hold your arms at your sides, his eyes locked on yours. “No, that isn’t true; it’s not true at all Y/N. I have always cared about you, I promise you.” Pulling away, you shook your head. “Your promises mean nothing Nick…” You trailed off, pulling yourself from his grip once again. “Did either of the kisses we ever shared mean anything?” You questioned softly, you looked him directly in the eyes and waited for an answer. “I love you Y/N… but not in the way you want me to.” You didn’t know how to react at that moment; you felt anger, annoyance, heartbreak, and so many other things bubbling up inside of you. “Then you can’t tell me what to do, at all!”

Walking out of the cabin, you slammed the door behind you. Letting out a gasp, you tried to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes, but it was too late; the first tear fell from your left eye as you ran away from the cabin. You couldn’t do this, you just needed to be alone.

#troy otto #troy otto reader insert #troy otto one shot #nick clark reader insert #ftwd reader insert #nick clark #monster

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classica-1750 · 7 years

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<i>And you thought 2016 was bad, someone's enemy isn't an enemy after all, and this is proof</i> @classica-chopin you might want to cry since this is canon

#per la ricuperata salute di ofelia #by #wolfgang amadeus mozart #and #antonio salieri #holy shitballs #no shit sherlock #i am dying here

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pafainfinitespaces · 6 years

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Creating a Space: An Interview with Mechella Yezernitskaya / Infinite Spaces

When presented with the opportunity to curate a summer exhibition highlighting PAFA’s extensive permanent collection, Mechella Yezernitskaya (PhD candidate, Bryn Mawr College) and her co-curators Natalia Angeles Vieyra (PhD candidate, Temple University) and Laurel McLaughlin (PhD student Bryn Mawr College) chose a theme, Infinite Spaces, almost as wide reaching as the collection it sought to display.

Yezernitskaya with Georgia O’Keeffe’s Red Canna, 1923

Georgia O’Keeffe, Red Canna, 1923, Oil on canvas, 12 x 9 7/8 in., The Vivian O. and Meyer P. Potamkin Collection, Bequest of Vivian O. Potamkin, 2003.1.8, © Georgia O’Keeffe Museum/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York | http://www.arsny.com

Though she has contributed to all aspects of the exhibition, Yezernitskaya’s influence has been most strongly felt in the modern portions of the show. A delicate process, she was most interested in creating a dialogue between the historical and contemporary works bracketing painting, sculpture, and works on paper from the modern era.

“In ‘Urban Zones,’ the historical works show how artists employed classical perspective to reveal varied vantage points of city life,” Yezernitskaya notes. “At the turn of the century, modern artists became fascinated by the lines, grids, and geometry of soaring skyscrapers and industrial centers as well as the frenzy and fragmentation of urban life.”

She continues, “Finally, in a curious turn, contemporary artists are revitalizing traditional artistic techniques such as the camera obscura and panoramic devices to simultaneously expand and compress the space of the city. Together, the cross-temporal pairings allow viewers to see how artists have responded to urban space throughout the centuries, and to pick up on common themes and motifs that have endured through time.”

These themes, weaving their way throughout the historical, modern, and contemporary periods of American art history, give Infinite Spaces a powerful synthesis that shows the universality of humanity’s desire to understand its lived environment across time, place, style, and media. Artists have used the same basic tools of observation and detailed study for centuries and from around the world to reflect space as comprehensively as possible.

This is particularly visible in “Environmental Expanses,” which will be on display in the Samuel M.V. Hamilton Building’s Maguire Gallery. Works by Peter Blume, Thomas Chimes, and Edwin Walter Dickinson present the viewer with both the array of different artistic approaches to landscape, as well as the common goals of these modern painters.

Edwin Walter Dickinson, Sky Over Ollioules, 1938, Oil on canvas, 18 x 28 in., Bequest of Daniel W. Dietrich II, 2016.21.1

“Dream-like imagery, fantasy, religion, and even diaristic recordings of the natural world,” link these artists together, describes Yezernitskaya. “We are hoping that viewers make connections across the works to encompass expansive notions of the environment.”

With several large scale components of Infinite Spaces being highlighted in a number of long term gallery exhibitions across PAFA’s museum campus, one of Yezernitskaya’s foremost challenges was oddly enough the incorporation of the space of PAFA itself.

“We had to think deeply about space beyond the five thematic sections of the exhibition,” she explains. “PAFA’s goal is to unite the Historic Landmark and the Samuel M.V. Hamilton buildings that are connected by the outdoor Lenfest Plaza...Viewers are bound to encounter Infinite Spaces ad infinitum.”

The attention paid to the actual perception of space in a show centered around the diverse approaches to the concept, give the audience an experience in which they undergo the same basic processes as the artists whose work populates the gallery walls.

Anne Ryan, Abstract Drawing #1, c. 1950, Drawing on paper (hand-made), 13 x 16 1/2 in., Gift of Ofelia Garcia, 2017.56.14, © Anne Ryan

New acquisitions, are certainly a focal point for Yezernitskaya, as two works have particularly excited her in the curatorial process: Abstract Drawing #1 by Anne Ryan, acquired in 2017, and a lithograph titled Ninth Stone by Lee Bontecou, acquired in 2015.

Lee Bontecou, Ninth Stone, 1968, Lithograph, ed. 20/34, 19 1/2 x 24 9/16 in., Gift of the Fishman/MacElderry Collection, 2015.41.2

“Both of these works are not what most viewers would immediately expect of the two artists,” suggests Yezernitskaya. While Ryan and Bontecou typically utilize found materials for their sculpture, these acquisitions relay how the artists interpret space in two-dimensions. When paired with Loren MacIver’s 1949 Oil Slick in ‘Fantastical Universes’ they conjure otherworldly, whimsical, and enigmatic spaces.”

Loren MacIver’s, Oil Slick, 1949, Oil on canvas, 34 1/2 x 25 1/2 in., Gift of The Pierre and Maria-Gaetana Matisse Foundation, 2003.16

“Inevitably,” Yezernitskaya proposes, “these and other pairings throughout the exhibition create many narratives that interrogate various aspects of space—from how these three artists imagined space using abstract formal devices to how they forged their own space in the Abstract Expressionist movement.”

Like her fellow curators Vieyra and McLaughlin, Yezernitskaya is supremely focused on portraying PAFA as an institution eager to celebrate inquisitive and innovative artists, as well as the breadth of the American experience.

“The early twentieth century was a time of great change, chaos, and catastrophe, which for many artists and their families meant seeking a home, refuge, and opportunity elsewhere,” concludes Yezernitskaya, hinting at a link to contemporary immigration debates. “I was struck by this observation and contemplated the identities of these artists as émigrés and exiles living in diaspora who ultimately shaped the canon of American art.”

In particular, Yezernitskaya found that a number of artists such as Louise Nevelson, Louis Lozowick, Peter Blume, and Pavel Tchelitchew all emigrated from the Russian Empire, adding another dimension to her own doctoral research on early twentieth-century art with a focus on the visual culture of Russian and Soviet avant-gardes.

“Within each of the works represented in Infinite Spaces, there are endless stories of artists traversing space—physically, emotionally, psychologicaly, and imaginatively—and, ultimately, creating space for themselves in the world.”

-Liam Bailey

Liam Bailey is a recent graduate from the University of California, Santa Barbara, where he majored in Art History. He is currently an Exhibitions Intern at PAFA, assisting Curator of Contemporary Art Jodi Throckmorton with the exhibition Rina Banerjee: Make Me a Summary of the World, Curators Laurel McLaughlin and Mechella Yezernitskaya with SWARM., and Curators Natalia Vieyra, McLaughlin, and Yezernitskaya with Infinite Spaces: Rediscovering PAFA’s Permanent Collection. Before arriving at PAFA, Liam co-curated Jane Gottlieb Photographs France with Professor Bruce Robertson, an exhibition at the Art, Design, & Architecture Museum at the University of California, Santa Barbara. He plans to apply to graduate schools for Art History in the fall.

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