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He has tales to tell, but he doesn't speak with his tongue. The inky marks scattered on his skin are the dates and symbols and reminders of his days. The perforations and the hanging trinkets, punctuation in the story of his journey. Scars and furrows are the feint and margin of his weather beaten diary and his eyes are their own nightlight. He doesn't need new technology to communicate ... his face is already a book.
Janitor: I'm not trash!
Gobbol: I'm hungry. I can gobble up everything!
Janitor: OMG! Run run run for life...
Part of Massy Hall Janitor Quarters at one time. Lost Toronto.
Massey Hall is a performing arts theatre in the Garden District of downtown Toronto, Canada. The theatre was designed to seat 3,500 patrons, but after extensive renovations in the 1940s it now seats up to 2,765.
Massey Hall and the more intimate Eaton Auditorium were the only substantial concert venues in Toronto before the opening of Roy Thomson Hall as the new home of the Toronto Symphony Orchestra and the Toronto Mendelssohn Choir.
Massey Hall was designated a National Historic Site of Canada on June 15, 1981.
Massey Hall was built to fill the need for a secular meeting place where people from Toronto and area could meet and enjoy choral music not of a religious theme. It was designed with a neoclassical facade, and features moorish arches that span the width of the interior hall. This interior was inspired by the Alhambra Palace in Spain as well as Louis Sullivan’s Chicago Auditorium and Opera house
This is a piece of artwork I did when I was in art school. It features Dead Marty, a character I created. Marty is a zombie like creature who works in Clark Kismet's 7th Heaven Occult Shop doing odd jobs. Amongst other thing he has the curious ability to teleport from one closet to any other closet in the world, which explains all the fireworks going off behind him.
Closing in the last few series, today is the janitor from series 15. What would the world look like without janitors? Not pretty I think. At least not until they are all replaced by robots. This guy has gotten a job at a museum, where he quietly cleans up after all the messy visitors.
He stood there like a statue but he was really just a sculpture...
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A city corporation appointed janitor unclogging a sewerage. An unthinkable job for most of us. These people lives in the bottommost sect of the society and often are marked as untouchables.
By day they're a humble Turaga of Sand, caring for their Matoran. But by night, they wander the Island cleaning up the mess the Makuta is making. Pray you do not anger The Janitor. Keep it clean, or he will.
(Turaga frame by Krexa Productions)