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=Some Years Ago. The Moth Cave=
"You mean to tell me you've never had a birthday party?" Drury asked incredulously. He lowered the auto-parts catalogue, and stepped away from his desk, his face smeared with axel grease from his latest back-firing Mothmobile.
Julian shrugged passively. "My parents were Jehovah Witnesses. They didn't believe in material possessions or celebrations, or, holidays for that matter."
"Right, well, we're fixing that!" Drury declared, patting him on the back enthusiastically.
"That's... Not necessary," Julian protested.
"Nonsense," Drury scoffed. "You're a Misfit. And the Misfits, know how to party."
~-~
The party in question, took place at Crazy Quilt's, the nightclub owned by Paul Dekker, the Misfits' eccentric tailor who ran a series of profitable (albeit morally dubious) ventures on the side under the guise of the bar's namesake.
"Hmph, well, it's not quite the Gotham Royal," Morty Drake stated, turning his nose up at the venue, as the young waiter guided the party to their seats.
"Yeah, well, when you pay off your debts, you can pick the venue... You know you don't need a pheasant pantry, right?" Len Fiasco rolled his eyes.
"A life without luxury is a life not worth living my uptight friend," Drake educated him.
"It's fine. Really," Day assured the pair, as the trio sat down at a corner booth. Drury, Chuck and Blake were already sat down, each wearing paper crowns on their heads. Drake and Fiasco were now looking over the drinks menus.
"Here: happy birthday, Jules, I baked you a banana cake. It's even got dates!" Drury grinned, as he handed him a neatly wrapped parcel. Blake, was already stifling a laugh, to Julian's confusion who looked down at the loaf and frowned.
"I appreciate the... gesture, but I don't like dates," he stated glumly.
"Pfffft! What are you doing calling yourself the fucking Calendar Man then," Blake chortled, as he raised his hand, and smacked Day's buttocks.
"Ah. A joke, I see."
"Here, drinks are on me! I'll have a Porn Star Martini; Sex on the Beach for the pencil," Blake pulled the waiter close, a goofy grin on his face.
"Drury, you have to try this whiskey," Drake spoke, ensuring that Blake would not order on his behalf too. "A Macallan for the boy and I, good man. 72 years, if you could be so kind."
"We're on a budget," Drury blushed..
"There's no such thing as a "budget" when you're celebrating," Drake toasted.
"Château du Blanc, please," Day asked politely.
"I, uh, I'll have a creme soda," Chuck said.
With the waiter out of earshot, Fiasco leaned in. "What the hell is a 'Sex on the Beach?'" he scowled.
"Course, you wouldn't know," Blake teased. "That's a joke, put down the steak knife. It's a cocktail, man. Jeez."
While the two bickered, Chuck saw his chance. "Here. Happy birthday," Chuck smiled as he passed a red and white present over to Julian.
"Thank you, Charlie. I.... take it Garfield couldn't make it?" Day presumed.
"Ah, no. No. He has that thing with Sionis; Black Mask. Guy's a real up and comer. Looking for muscle. Thought it could be a pretty good gig for us," Drury explained.
"Sionis? That lowly drug lord in the narrows?" Drake pondered.
"You didn't say he was a drug dealer, Dru," Chuck stated, a little wary of it.
"This is what I never understood..." Julian rolled his eyes. "Why do you even entertain the notion of dealing with these... mobsters. You would think, that after Bressi-"
"Hey," Drury snapped. "Tony Bressi was a two-bit gangster who thought he was better than me and the other capes. Sionis isn't like that. He's got a mask. He's got a gimmick. This is good for us! We finally have a freak on the high table, and it'd be stupid not to capitalise on that. It's good business: Gar, Len and I had that arrangement with Twag and Falcone way back, and that was solid!"
"I heard Falcone had Twag whacked," Len noted.
"That... doesn't matter. It's all good news guys, honest!"
==The Gotham Royal==
East Hallway: Floor 24
Time until Detonation: 46 minutes
Drury and Chuck led the way; followed by Sharpe, Flannegan and Joey. Lastly, Gar walked slowly behind them. Needham and Mayo had taken the party guests in the opposite direction, and even with the bomb still in play, Gar's mind began to wander.
Intuitively, Drury picked up on this behaviour, and halted the group's progression. "What is it?" he asked, as he walked over to his friend.
Gar, kicked the ground. "It's nothing, I-"
"Uh, hello! Fearless Bomb, anyone?" Sharpe waved at the pair impatiently.
"I... I gotta go back for Jenna," Gar decided.
"You... What-?" Drury stammered, but it was no use; Gar had already turned back in the direction of the second group
"Uh, no, you don't," Sharpe chased after him. "Half an hour ago, she thought you were going to propose, and instead, you gave her a fucking homework assignment. This is real shit we're in, Lynns. Whatever happened to bros before -"
"You know, it's a wonder more people don't shoot you in the head," Rigger shook his head in disbelief.
"Most people miss," Sharpe winked cheekily.
Though his mind was made up, this gave Gar pause. "I didn't- She- She didn't actually think I was gonna propose, right?"
"Go," Chuck assured him. "We'll go on ahead. Just, uh, send her our best."
"Their best," Flannegan corrected him. "I don't know the broad."
As Gar departed, Drury's comms device began buzzing with static. Already agitated, he put his finger to his ear, and cursed loudly. "Blake, I swear to god-"
"Now, now. Let's not bring Him into this. This mess is all yours," a cold voice cut him off.
"Julian..." Drury said in shock, turning to Chuck, his face pale.
"Julian-?" Chuck stammered. "How did you get this frequency?" he wondered.
"I took the earpieces from Thomas and the Ten-Eyed Man. They're unharmed, don't worry. They're much more useful to me alive, after all."
As he spoke, a horrifying thought entered Chuck's mind. "Wait, if you've got their comms, that means-"
"I'm afraid so. For what it's worth, it seemed like a very good pla-"
Chuck ripped his earpiece out, tossed it to the ground and crushed it with his heel. In turn, the other Misfits did the same. "Actually, I think I might just put mine in my pocket," Joey reasoned. "Might be handy later."
"Right. Yeah... Probably shouldn't have smashed mine," Chuck admitted.
"Probably not, no... Guys, I hate to be the pessimist here, but... what now?" Joey wondered. "Jules knows we're coming."
"Gar could be walking straight into an ambush..." Drury shook his head.
"And we're all gonna be huffing crazy gas if you don't stop Day. You three need to get in that penthouse, we'll back up Lynns," Flannegan stated, gesturing at Sharpe. "Besides. I owe Krill a rematch," Flannegan smirked, as he and Sharpe strutted off.
As they prepared their next move, a fist chapped on the bathroom door opposite them. "Hello? Is it safe to come out yet?" Booker's nasally voice called out.
Chuck, Joey and Drury each looked at one another. "No."
==East Stairwell: Floor 19==
By the time Gar had caught up to them, Needham had already taken the grumbling ensemble of party guests down three flights of stairs; L-Ron was lagging behind, pushed forward by a rather high spirited Mayo; Franco was muttering obscenities to anyone who would listen (namely, Jenna, Rosso and Gaige) and the Great White Shark was whistling sea shanties.
"Jenna! Jenna!" Gar called out.
"What does that bacon-faced prick want now?" Franco whispered to Rosso.
"Hey, Eric, can you give us a minute?" Gar halted the group.
"Sure," Needham shrugged. "Let's keep moving, people," he ordered.
"Gar? What's wrong?" Jenna's brow furrowed. "Are you alright?"
Gar twiddled his thumbs, avoiding her eye-line. "No. I mean, I am, but listen; I know all this is crazy. You went to this party, I dunno, to escape the craziness of our lives. And instead there's a calendar killer, and a really irritating Brit. It's mad. But it's more bearable, I think, I hope, if we face it... Face it..."
"What is it, Gar?" she smiled expectantly.
His eyes bulged as he noticed a familiar figure take aim at him. "Duck!"
Before Jenna could react, Gar had pushed her to the ground, as a purple, ice-cold polka dot soared overhead, where he and Jenna had been standing just moments before: Krill, had found them.
"'Ello, lads. Heard ya were looking for me," he smirked, as he hurled a second dot at the stunned party guests; one Needham halted with a well-aimed web.
"Into the hallway!" Needham ordered the crowd, as he pushed White through the fire door.
Gar helped Jenna to her feet, and took a defensive stance against Krill. "Go with them," he instructed her, as he gestured half heartedly to Franco. "I got this," he added, thoroughly unsure of himself.
"Sure you do," Krill chuckled dismissively. "Sure you- Ow!"
Gar's brow furrowed; A white baton had struck Krill on the side of his head. Sharpe, was sliding down the banister towards them, while Flannegan followed along on foot.
"You... shouldn't have been able to hit me," Krill rubbed the fresh bump on his head.
"I'm full of surprises!" Sharpe grinned as he knocked Krill through the fire door with a flying kick: Despite Gar's best efforts, the fight had carried over into the hallway. Needham and Mayo had pushed most of the guests onwards, but Franco's ensemble had elected to stay behind and watch the fight.
"Away from the guests, you moron!" Gar snapped at Sharpe.
"Oops?" Sharpe apologised with mild sincerity.
Meanwhile, Flannegan was throwing scattered, furious punches at Krill, with none of them finding their mark; With every punch the Misfits threw his way, Krill simply redirected the blow to hit one of their own; Gar aimed an uppercut at Krill, and struck Flannegan instead; Sharpe aimed his leg at Krill's groin and instead incapacitated Gar; Flannegan attempted to headbutt Krill, and instead collided with a brick wall; it was a disaster.
In a last ditch effort, Gar unhooked an incendiary grenade from his belt, and tossed it at Krill, who diverted the explosive towards a charging Flannegan; as the resultant explosion knocked him down, the disruptor slid out of Flannegan's grip. Not appreciating what the device really was, Krill kicked it aside and let out an amused chuckle. He knelt beside Flannegan, and peeled a familiar, buzzsaw-like dot off of his suit. "Now," he smirked at Flannegan. "Am I the only one having an intense case of deja vu right now?" he joked.
Gaige, glanced back at the fight, and against his better judgement, broke away from the crowd.
Puzzled, Franco clutched the Physician's arm. "What are you doing? This is exactly what we wanted," he smiled. "Let that calendar creep and his goons have their fun, when they're done, we can have Gotham- you and-"
Gaige nudged past him, and stomped off in Krill's direction, Walker's words ringing in his head.
"Where are you going-? Physician!" Franco protested. "Ah, fuck this!" he exclaimed, thrusting his fist through the plaster on the nearby wall. "Physician, what are you doing?!" he panicked, chasing after him.
Ignoring Franco's tantrum, the 'Physician' calmly picked the disruptor up from off the ground and latched it onto Krill's back.
"What the- Who the fuck are you-?!" Krill exclaimed nervously, desperately trying to remove the now chirping device from off his person.
"Physician!" Franco snapped defiantly.
"I'm not The Physician, son," The man warned. "I'm The Doctor."
"Doctor! Doctor who?" Krill protested, now fruitlessly trying to open a portal.
The Doctor smiled, pulled off his ascot, and wrapped it around his head. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a replacement gold tie, and tied it around his neck. "Doctor Gaige, you polka dotted prick," he announced as he pulled his fist back, and launched it at Krill's face.
"Oh." Krill stumbled backwards; blood trickling down his face. "So... so does anyone actually stay in prison these days, or is it just a fucking bed and breakfast?"
"Holy crap, Gaige?! Aw, man, Drury's gonna freak out!" Sharpe exclaimed. Having already put the pieces together himself, Gar simply glanced at him, and shook his head.
"Hey, Dickhead," a gruff voice called up at Krill, and before he could react, Flannegan's own fist had collided with Krill's jaw.
Intent to join the winning team and hoping to get back in Jenna's good graces, Franco smirked at his date and advanced forward. He picked up a discarded suitcase and threw it against Krill's back. 'Y'know, something chivalrous. Romantic, even.' That notion soon dissipated as Krill turned back, scowled, and drop kicked him across the hallway with damning ease.
"Tsk, tsk. Naughty Davey. Naughty. Leave the fighting to the professionals," he tutted.
As Franco reached for his pistol, Krill shot a pink dot at him, striking him in the side. Franco peeled back his dinner jacket, and scowled at the fresh, deep gash the dot's ridged edge had left.
"Davey!" Jenna screamed.
As she motioned to help him, however, she suddenly found herself unable to move, as though she had been rooted to the spot. Rosso stared back at her, and marched over to Franco in her stead, placing a hand over his wound and pressing down. Hard.
The two of them locked eyes for a moment, and in that instant, they resolved to fix this the only way they knew how: Franco reached into his bloodstained jacket and retrieved his phone; his final attempt to get control of the situation and of Gaige and Jenna. "Hello? This the Mothkiller?" he asked in a hushed tone into the receiver. His answer, was the heavy breathing of a longtime smoker. That confirmed it.
Franco cleared his throat, and continued. "I... I think I have some information you might be interested in."
~-~
The Misfits now knew what they had to do: Without his portals, Krill was just another C-Lister with a gimmick. And those, they knew how to deal with.
As his desperation grew, Krill kept frantically ripping the dots off his suit, and hurling them at the pair, one after another; Gar ducked; Gaige blocked them; Flannegan took two to the chest but kept moving; Sharpe leapt over them one after the other.
And then, Krill looked down at his costume: He'd ran out of dots. Flannegan grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and flung him against the far window; glass shattering as he made impact. He reached for a shard of broken glass, pulled Sharpe towards him, and held the shard close to his throat.
"Go on then!" he warned the Misfits. "Bring it on, you dicks! You think I won't kill this prick? I killed Manga Khan! And guess what, I liked him! He didn't hit me in the head with a fucking billy club neither."
"Hem-hem," a tinny voice called out.
Krill's eyes darted feverishly towards the approaching figure. "They really don't pay me enough for this," he gasped. "Alright, Johnny Five, what have you got?"
L-Ron, bowed his metal head. "Excuse me, but you did not kill Lord Manga."
"Eh-?" Krill's mouth twitched.
"Lord Manga, isn't dead," L-Ron restated. "Lord Manga is an energy being. Essentially formless. And you, took the head off of his favourite armour."
A cloud of pink mist erupted through the broken window frame, wrapped itself around Krill's face, and pulled him and Sharpe through the open window.
"No!" Gar cried, as he ran over to the broken windowsill. "I can't- I-"
He paused. "I don't believe it."
Krill and Sharpe had landed on the cloth awning above the hotel lobby, and though they were both worse for wear, they were breathing: Sharpe's powers had saved them both.
==Sionis Penthouse: Floor 48==
"Abner? Abner, come in. Krill!" Day bellowed down his comms device. No answer.
"See," Blake chuckled. "That's the one thing you need to know about the Misfits, pal-"
"I know everything there is to know about the Misfits," Day snapped at him.
"It's that, we may be assholes, but we're persistent assholes."
"I- I don't think I'm an asshole," Ten stated.
Day's lip curled; his head rocked from side to side, and it looked like he might throw up. Then his body stiffened. "Noted," he said softly.
==Jumbo Carson's Apartment==
"WHAT?!" Carson bellowed, flipping over a table in blinded rage. "Walker's back in Gotham? Why the hell did no one tell me that?!"
"Dad, calm down," Bridget pleaded, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off.
"No!" he dismissed her, tossing the Christmas tree onto its' side. "Who does Day think he is? Trying to cut me out of the action? Me?! How dare he! The Royal's like ten minutes away! We could've coordinated! I could've been there! I approached him: me! But no, he's too good for me! First, he denies me, then he bosses me around, and now he won't even give me the time of day! Fuck him!"
Carson set the phone down, and took a deep ragged breath.
"He's dead, Bridget," he growled. "That bald little prick is dead. What about it, Hayden? Fancy a trip out?"
The pirate, nodded excitedly. "Silly little red man throwing quite the fit.
Silly little red man, hasn't thought it through a bit.
So you take the silly little man, all dressed in black and red
And you grab the red man by the throat and you cut off his head."
Materials: watercolor and gouache. Dimensions: 29.2 x 50.2 cm. Source: 4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOSVYPIo9Cw/UjRJTlEYfFI/AAAAAAAAPpU/K6.... I have changed the light and contrast of the original photo.
"Built to celebrate Ford Motor Company’s 100th anniversary, the GT was marketed as “The Pace Car for an Entire Company” in early marketing materials, and it did not disappoint. With distinct visual cues honoring the GT40 that put Ford atop the podium at the 24 Hours of Le Mans four years in a row, its performance was nothing short of exceptional. With a 5.4-liter supercharged V-8 engine at its heart, producing 550 bhp, Ford was hoping the GT would compete directly with Ferrari’s 360 Modena, F430, and the Lamborghini Gallardo. While it did just that in terms of price, its top speed of 205 mph and 0–60 mph time of 3.3 seconds made it a much closer rival to Porsche Carrera GT and the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren..."
Source: RM Sotheby's
Photographed at Blenheim Palace during event called: Supercars at the Palace - he annual event which returned to the spectacular setting of Blenheim Palace and following the tremendous success of last year’s event, the very best in classic & modern supercars were once again descend on Blenheim Palace for what is sure to was a sensational day for owners, collectors and enthusiasts alike.
Roll on 2nd September and Blenheim Palace Classic & Supercar Show.
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During the studio session with the materials I've collected over the years.
Not only is the feel important and the visual quality important, but I also like the smell of materials...
This is a shimmering piece of organza.
It's an ongoing process that you are witnessing, the creative struggles of a photographer, tee hee.
Photography has changed, one used to have ideas and be creative BEFORE, arrange and set everything up, do the shoot on the day, adrenaline pumping stuff... then... at last, the results, that was about it, maybe a little bit of retouching!
NOW, that's when it starts for most, no prints, a screen and a whole new skill: 'photoshopping', a lot more work than it used to be, from scanning my negs on 'high res' to finish, much more time-consuming than the wet darkroom, he?
I'm not complaining just stating a fact and reviewing a situation.
Have a wonderful day and thank you for your time, Magda, (*_*)
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We live in a material world and I'm a material... man. So I had to find a new job and I focused all resources on this task. A new contract is signed, so now I can see what you were up to!
PS I. Attached: counting donations in the Trichy temple. It doesn't happen very often, so we were quite lucky!
PS II. The photo is so-so, but IMHO it matched my message :-)
Materials: oil on panel. Dimensions: 31.2 x 38.7 cm. Inscriptions: M HOBEMMA (lower centre). Auctioned by Christie’s, in London, on July 8, 2021. Source: www.christies.com/img/LotImages/2021/CKS/2021_CKS_20053_0...(meindert_hobbema_a_wooded_river_landscape_with_a_punt_deventer_in_the113618).jpg. I have changed the light and contrast of the original photo.
Material Circulante: CP 1413 + 3 Schindler
Hora: 11:28
Data: 21-10-2017
Local: Durrães (PK 65 - Linha do Minho)
Serviço: Comboio Especial n.º 13813 (Porto - Campanhã --» Valença) [PTG 2017]
President Bongo & The Emotional Carpenters
Sonar Reykjavik
February 2016
Reykjavik, Island
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Materials: oil on canvas. Dimensions: 98.7 x 134.3 cm. Source: artvee.com/dl/a-country-road-2/. I have changed the light and contrast of the original photo. P.S. It is to be found on the site of the museum.
Material Circulante: Medway 1463 + DD 450
Hora: 18:16
Data: 23-05-2025
Local: São João das Craveiras (PK 45 - Linha do Alentejo)
Serviço: Comboio n.º 30718 (Beja --» Poceirão) [Deservagem]
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Material Circulante: CP 5601 + 6 Sorefame Renovada IC + 1 Corail
Hora: 16:55
Data: 15-06-2023
Local: Monte Novo - Palma (PK 66 - Variante de Alcácer)
Serviço: IC 672/3 (Faro --» Lisboa - Oriente)
Materials: woodblock print. Dimensions: 27 x 39 cm. Publisher: S. Watanabe Color Print Co. Source: asia.si.edu/object/S2003.8.615/. I have changed the light and contrast of the original photo.
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I'm so excited.
posting the edited versions tomorrow:P hahaha
well now I'm making it less exciting showing you guys everything but I simply couldn't wait. hahaha and thanks for my little brother and sister for helping me out a bit:=) they're lovely. and I've AAAALWAYS wanted to do a shoot with milk, but the truth is as a POOR student in Oslo I couldn't get myself to waist that money:P hahah and I don't really even like drinking milk which is a REEEALLY norwegian thing to do (besides eating BREAD 3 times a day). Enjoy!
ps: WHAT HAS istopmotion done with the format?! totally stretched out.
Hahahahahahah!!!
I really don't know what Marco Polo told Antonio Banderas because he is rolling on the floor laughing.
Marco Polo is a Lagotto Romagnolo dog.
This is the only breed of dog that is officially recognized as specialized in truffle hunting.
animal.discovery.com/videos/dogs-101-lagotto-romagnolo.html
Have a great Laughing Week Ahead, my dear Flickr Friends!
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Materials: oil on panel. Dimensions: 76.8 x 101.6 cm. Nr.: 1930.35. Source: www.joslyn.org/post/sections/56/Files/wood_grant(4).jpg.
Material Circulante: CP 1909 + 34 Kbs
Hora: 08:29
Data: 27-03-2014
Local: Couto de Cambeses (PK 41 - Ramal de Braga)
Serviço: Comboio Especial n.º 92209 (Gaia --» Terminal de Mercadorias Tadim)
Material Circulante: CP 1413 + 3 Schindler
Hora: 13:20
Data: 20-10-2017
Local: Estação do Tua (PK 139 - Linha do Douro)
Serviço: Comboio Especial n.º 13811 (Porto - Campanhã --» Pocinho) [PTG 2017]
Materials: oil on canvas. Dimensions: 96 x 163 cm. Source: pp.userapi.com/c636530/v636530023/15bfc/OCcgNhJ5unk.jpg. I have changed the light and contrast of the original photo.
Materials: oil on canvas. Dimensions: 44.7 x 79.1 cm. Source: www.rct.uk/collection/400519/the-mouth-of-the-grand-canal.... I have changed the light and contrast of the original photo
Materials: Picture Frame Hammer, Glasses, Book, Adobe Bridge, Nikon D3400
Process: I smashed the lens of old glasses, placed on book, to portray beauty of delicacy in vintage glasses
Idea: How can broken glass convey the idea of Beauty in Destruction?
Materials: woodblock print. Dimensions: 42.4 x 28 cm. Nr.: 52.44. Source: www.mfa.org/collections/object/kinry%C3%BBzan-temple-at-a.... I have changed the light and contrast of the original photo.
Material Circulante: CP 4722 + 5 Sggmrss + 7 Sgnss + 4 Sgmms + 1 Lgnss
Hora: 12:48
Data: 12-09-2015
Local: Estação de Santarém (PK 74 - Linha do Norte)
Serviço: Comboio Especial n.º 95226 (Entroncamento --» Terminal de Mercadorias da Bobadela)
Activated carbon is a porous carbon material that has a high adsorption capacity. This is conferred by its structural and surface properties which, in turn, depend on the starting material and the method followed in its preparation. This image shows the porous structure of an activated carbon prepared from agricultural residues.
Courtesy of Dr. Maria Carbajo , UNIVERSIDAD DE EXTREMADURA
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Magnification: 7500x
Horizontal Field Width: 20 μm
Voltage: 5 kV
Spot: 5.5
Working Distance: 8,6 mm
Detector: SE
Latest edition of my transparent materials.
Yellow brick is my reference to ensure lighting is the same as my real set up on my desk.
Henry Moore - Form and Material - Museum Beelden aan Zee - The Hague
In collaboration with the Henry Moore Foundation, Museum Beelden aan Zee has made a selection of works from the artist's substantial oeuvre. Around 70 objects and sculptures portray the artistic vision and creative process of one of the most important innovators of modern sculpture. The exhibition in Beelden aan Zee focuses on the influence of nature on his work and his growth and development as a sculptor. From promoting direct carving – carving without using preparatory sketches and studies – to experimenting with casting in lead and bronze. Henry Moore (1898-1986) is one of the most important British artists of the twentieth century. His sculptures balance on the boundary between figurative and abstract art and continue to be a source of inspiration to artists. His work has a recognisable and characteristic formal language. Important themes in his oeuvre are ‘mother and child’ and his reclining figures, which he explored extensively.
From the 1920s, Moore participated in countless British and international exhibitions, with solo as well as group exhibitions, he sold work on a regular basis, and so made a name for himself as an important modernist sculptor. However, the Second World War called a halt to these positive developments. Henry Moore left his teaching post and took up a commission as a war artist. It was in this capacity that he produced his deeply moving Shelter Drawings of Londoners crowding the city's underground stations sheltering from the Blitz. In the 1950s he created larger groups of figures. The prices for his works increased considerably and his fame as an international artist continued to grow. In later years he served as a trustee at both the Tate Gallery and the National Gallery and he was the recipient of a large number of prizes and honours.
Materials: oil on canvas. Dimensions: 81.3 x 117.5 cm. Source: radikal.ru/lfp/c.radikal.ru/c12/1905/5a/5f0785f1a119.jpg/htm. I have changed the light and contrast of the original photo.
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Transmission: Allison 4500RDS-P automatic
Not yet lettered when I took this photo, this new Peterbilt McNeilus rear discharge mixer was destined for Bear Materials in Delaware.
Invio del materiale per il treno storico del Tenda di sabato 14 maggio 2022, immortalato mentre attraversa il torrente Scrivia al traino della "Tartaruga" 444.046 di Fondazione FS. Doppia di 445 in testa e 345 in coda. Il treno 55213 è partito la mattina del 13/05/2022 da Milano C.le diretto a XXmiglia, via Genova.
Notes: map showing existing and abandoned railway lines, buildings, tunnels and roadways including Cox's Old Road
Format: printed map 42 cm x 29 cm, CC Singleton cartographer
Date Range: 1957
Location: Lapstone - Glenbrook
Licensing: Attribution, share alike, creative commons
Repository: Blue Mountains Library library.bmcc.nsw.gov.au
Part of: Local Studies Collection - Maps
Provenance: BMCC
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