large sculptures

  • Sea silk
  • A small windowless room filled with plants growing out of the floor/in pots
  • Small island
  • Two people examining a small mechanical object that fell from the sky
  • A woman and her sculpture
  • A large basin in an empty room
  • Low tide
Prog aesthetics
  • Genesis: Renisance paintings, fields of wildflowers, old abandoned mansions with overgrowth, Greek mythos, old decorative bibles, the smell of hot herbal tea, early mornings, fresh dew on a spiderweb, makeup, large elaborate fountain sculptures, and the sound of the wind rustling leaves as they fall
  • Emerson Lake and Palmer: smashed guitars, large cities at night, dusty church organs, metropolis movie posters, elegant gilded swords, old sifi novels, old alcohol bottles, the smell of cinnamon, bruised knuckles, sunsets, the smell of summer air, and the sound of a forest in winter
  • Yes: the ocean, iridescence, mountain air in the early morning, water lilies, greenhouses, the smell of the sea after a storm, holding hands, glittery capes, fae, ripples in a cup of water, elegant lace dresses, warm raspberry tea, daisies in the early morning sun, and grainy mermaid footage
  • King Crimson: large abandoned castles, old music books, smeared crimson lipstick, crowns made of gold and rubies, velvet robes, gold flakes, the smell of autumn, the sound of leaves crunching, baroque shattered mirrors, elaborate gilded daggers, red candle wax on a skull, the smell of insense burning, shattered crystals, blood soaked books, torn midevil tapestries, and empty parlor rooms with nothing but old broken furniture and paintings on the floor
  • Pink Floyd: Light shows, prisms, torn up money, the smell of old cigarettes that linger years after one was ever smoked, mushrooms, silhouettes, vintage postcards, erupting volcanos, broken walls, abandoned factories, the smell of an old book, dusty rooms, big fuzzy wool sweaters, and decorative tobacco pipes
  • Rush: the night sky, old science textbooks, silk kimonos, skeletons, the desert, the smell of new technology, dusty Ayn Rand novels, the sound of music through an old radio, the smell of an old maple table, the Canadian tundra, apples, smashed synthesizers, gears, grandfather clocks, and carved statues of trees
Sh*t Evgeni Malkin does:
  • Decides to buy Alien/Predator sculptures in Dubai and have them shipped to Pittsburgh to guard his driveway

  • Puts a scarf on the sculptures when it snows

  • Wears rocket shoes over the sea

  • Cuddles lions

  • Gets kissed by dolphins

  • Takes a polar bear selfie

  • Swims with a whale shark

  • Dresses like a sultan while in the Burj al Arab in Dubai

  • Flexes while wearing just a towel and being pelted by sprinklers (also at the Burj al Arab in Dubai)

  • Tours bunkers of former communist Soviet leaders

  • Takes photos with the Stanley Cup….while using a urinal

  • Catches a hammerhead shark….then has it stuffed

  • Paints teddy bears

  • Takes photos mocking drunk friends

  • Dresses like this 

  • And this 

  • Pretends to be a sculpture

  • Plays with actual sculptures

  • Shoots large guns

  • Visits bath houses (complete with authentic Russian hat)

  • Embarrasses himself in front of dignitaries

  • Falls asleep in flower beds

  • Beats up small children

  • Takes selfies with the goal cam

  • Plays himself in odd Russian movies

  • Wears 4 sets of pool floaties simultaneously

  • Has a crystal Stanley Cup

  • Wears eyeball glasses

  • Hangs from the guns of tanks

  • Thinks everyone looks better with his face

  • Owns Halloween

  • Wins

Noguchi is perhaps best known for his Akari lanterns, which he made of paper, bamboo, and metal (he often called them light sculptures). This large-scale version is on view in the @noguchimuseum’s second floor. Of the Akari lamps, Noguchi said, “For me, function was only an initial consideration; my main purpose has always been art as it relates to life. I work with the gamut of possibilities. Inherent in Akari are lightness and fragility. They seem to offer a magical unfolding away from the material world.”-madmuseum (Instagram)



A newly dedicated memorial park honors the three teenagers killed by a fellow student in the February 2012 shooting at Chardon High School in northeastern Ohio.

The News-Herald in nearby Willoughby reports the Chardon Living Memorial Park includes a playground, open-air fitness center and a wooded trail that are meant to reflect character traits of the three slain boys; Demetrius Hewlin, Russell King Jr. and Danny Parmertor.

A large heart sculpture and commemorative benches also are part of the 17-acre park in Chardon, about 25 miles (40 kilometers) east of Cleveland.

Organizers raised over $400,000 in contributions, grants and in-kind services for the project. It was dedicated Saturday with a crowd that included school representatives and emergency responders.

The shooter, T.J. Lane, is serving life in prison.

anonymous asked:

Anea! This is the same anon who asked about Ciaran Sheehan's mask. Thanks for answering my question. I was wondering how are you opinions of the phantom's mask in the current productions across the globe (non-replica included)? Which designs are your favorites? Personally I was disappointed that they rehashed the World Tour masks for Moscow and US masks for Stockholm (Jöback and Bengtsson looked great in them though). Do you think the recent masks are getting less diverse in designs? Thank you!

I’m I can be brutally honest, there’s no recent/current masks I’ve absolutely loved. The original and early masks followed the hairline so perfectly, and split the face in half in a defined vertical line. This is absolutely perfection:

The current US masks has some of the same, but with a much bigger forehead that doesn’t follow the hairline anymore. And it makes them look less fitted. I’m also not a huge fan of the “angry eyebrow”, but it works well enough on stage.

The Stockholm revival masks were in large sculptured as the US ones, to the point where I can’t tell the difference between them and the Broadway ones. So same applies there, really?

The World Tour ones had a nice forehead curve, but sometimes it looked too low? Not always though. But the masks felt a bit white and clunky, with an all-round eye opening and not very defined chin. Kinda lacks details?

The Russian masks, being sculpted in the same manner, seems to have agreed on the lack of details being a problem. so they added quite a bit of greyish blue and pink shading. It made the mask look more sculpted on stage, though sometimes they also looked awfully blue. But overall a nice improvement.

The Japanese masks have a similar blue/grey shading as the Russian ones. But I’m not super fond of the sculpting. I miss the curve over the forehead/hairline, and they are a bit short. Reminds me more of the 2004 movie masks.

The Restaged Tour masks… I said the World Tour masks lacked sculpting. But the Restaged Tour masks have the opposite problem. They look bulky, like the Phantom has a six-pack on his forehead. And with an eye cut out by a child. And again, the forehead curve is more or less non-existant. My least favourite of the recent and current masks around the world.

The recent German masks… I’m awfully neutral to them. The upper half id very good, with the forehead/hairline curve and the split down to the nose. But the curve around the mouth ruins everything. Too curved. So almost, but not.

The current West End masks are back on track, after having looked too clunky and big for some years. Ben Forster’s mask is very well fitted, with a beautiful forehead sculpting and a very detailed nose and eye area. The eyelids are extremely detailed and impressive. Also nice pink highlights. A bit too curved around the mouth, maybe. But overall it’s definitely my favourite of the recent/current masks around the world. :)

(sorry for not including other non-replica masks than the Restaged Tour)


“We are the dead.
Short days ago
We lived
Felt sunsets glow
And were loved,
And now we lie.”

100 years ago today Canada became a nation when the four divisions of the Canadian Corps came together for the first time.
Together, the soldiers were able capture the previously unattainable ridge of Vimy. After the four day battle, the Canadians earned respect from their allies, and four outstanding soldiers earned Victoria Crosses for their endeavours; the divisions also struck fear into the German soldiers who previously doubted the Canadians.
But this was not without loss; 3,598 Canadians lost their lives, another 7,000 were injured.
The memorial of Vimy Ridge includes 20 large sculptures that represent the ideals the Canadians fought for - truth, justice, hope and peace.
The memorial also includes the inscribed names of the 11,250 Canadians who died in France who have no known grave.
The “Canada Bereft” at the centre of the memorial gazes downwards over the graves of her valiant soldiers.
The stature represent those who were left behind to mourn their lost.

3,598 pairs of boots were placed around the monument; one for each of the fallen.
Without these brave soldiers, Canada would not be what it is today.
We do not owe them something.
We owe them everything.

Eggsy Unwin Imagine - "Not Your Moneypenny" Pt. II

Title: Not Your Moneypenny Pt. II (Part 1)

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Summary: After Eggsy’s ‘incident’, (Y/N), Roxy, and Eggsy go on their first mission together. The results are as expected when you put people like them in a fancy gala filled with rich teenagers. (P.s. don’t even try to tell me that Roxy is not the slightest bit bi.) 

A/N: The long awaited part 2! Also, tell me if you want part 3 :D


Eggsy gritted his teeth as he tied and untied his bow tie. Normal ties were easy, he dealt with them everyday. Harry only had to show him twice and he immediately got it. Bow ties, however, were delicate and short, they require dainty precision, and Eggsy had way too much pride to Google how to do it with his large calloused fingers.

“Rox!” Eggsy called out with a defeated sigh as he untied his bow tie for the seventh time. “Could you come in? I’m having a wee bit of a problem!”

He could hear heels on the wooden floor from the other end of the door. “Uhh, no, it’s (Y/N),”

Shit.” Eggsy’s muttered under his breath, his eyes widening when he heard your voice.

“Did you need help with something?” you called out from the other end of the door.

Eggsy squinted at his own reflection in the mirror, contemplating it for a second, then shook his head, deciding that the awkward moment wouldn’t be worth it.

“Umm, no, thank you. Could you tell Roxy to come in once she’s done?”

He could hear you chuckle, causing him to furrow his brows. “I won’t bite if you actually need help, Galahad.”

Eggsy scrunched his nose at the code name. He never really liked the formality of the codenames. He always thought that Harry would have that name forever.

“Yeah, okay.” he sighed, unlocking the door.

He turned back to the mirror, hoping to maybe quickly figure it out so that he didn’t have to face you, but it was already too late seeing as you were already behind him.

“Need help with your bow tie?” you put down your clutch on the small table in the corner of the changing room, ready to help him.

“Uhh—“ Eggsy’s eyes widened once he took in your appearance through the mirror. You wore a pretty icy blue dress that seemed to twinkle when you moved. It reminded him of Queen Elsa from Frozen, Daisy’s favorite movie. He made a reminder in his head to make sure that Roxy watches that movie later.

He stole a glance at you again and admired your hair that was put up into a curly updo to frame your soft features, and your gentle colored make up that added youth to your face. Now that you were in normal clothes—well, relatively normal compared to the Kingsman suits—he could imagine you walking down the street like every other normal person.

“You look really young.” he blurted. Eggsy cursed at himself for his nonexistent filter at moments like these.

“Thanks?” your eyebrows raised, your lips pursing in an amused smile. “Did you need help with your bow tie?” you repeated.

“Yes, please.” he gave you a defeated look as he handed you the bow tie. Eggsy held in his breath as you walked towards him, standing only a few inches away from him as your finger accidentally touched his neck when you lifted up his collar.

“Cold?” you smirked once you saw goosebumps form on the sliver of skin that your finger touched.

“You said you wouldn’t bite.” Eggsy whined like a child.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, your skillful fingers working fast on his bow tie. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Eggsy noticed that when you were focusing, you had your bottom lip in-between your teeth. However, once you realized that you had lipstick on, you quickly pushed your lip out again. This happened a few times before you finally finished.

“There,” you reached out to straighten his collar and his blazer. “That should do it.” you looked up at him to give him a small smile.

“Wait,” you turned to walk out the door, but Eggsy grabbed your arm gently. You gave him a questioning look. “I never got to apologize for my,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to find the correct words. “Ungentlemanly behavior.” he gave you a guilty smile.

“Oh, Darling. I said I wouldn’t bite, but it’s going to take a lot more than that if you want to be forgiven for being an arsehole.” you returned his guilty smile mockingly before exiting the changing room, walking away from an open-mouthed Eggsy.


“Do we all understand the strategy?” you asked, looking over Merlin’s clipboard. Technically, it was more yours than his seeing as you were always the one organizing it and making sure that everything is on it.

“Yes.” Eggsy and Roxy said at the same time. Roxy’s smile was big and her yes were wider than usual. Everything about you; from the way you made organized diagrams for the strategy, to the way you said ‘we’ like you were a real team, she admired.

“Remember, knights. I will be your eye on the outside. The only way I can see in is through your glasses, Galahad. If I see any suspicious guests, I’ll be the first to tell you. But once you’re in, you’re in. I won’t have control.” Merlin said through the partition of the limousine.

Eggsy nodded, leaning his arm against Roxy’s. Roxy gave him a bright, readying smile through her red lipstick that matched her red dress. Eggsy didn’t quite understand her dress; short in the front, long in the back. He shrugged, what did he know about women’s fashion anyway? Nothing.

“We’re here,” Merlin announced, pulling up to the front of the museum that was decorated to perfection tonight. Eggsy and Roxy’s eyes widened once they saw that they had reporters, a red carpet, and everything else in between. “Lancelot, Galahad, Morgana,” Merlin turned in his driver’s seat. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Merlin.” the three of you said at the same time just as a valet opened the limo door for you.

“Smile for the camera.” you whispered before you stepped out, your dress descending behind you like a sheet of twinkling ice. Eggsy’s eyes widened as he followed you out of the car, the flashing lights immediately blinding him, Roxy following suit.

Everything happened at once; the shouting camera men, the flash, the music, the walking, the smiling.

“Ashton! Ella!” Eggsy could hear your voice, but he was too overwhelmed to figure out where you were.

“She means us, Dumbass.” he heard Roxy whisper in his ear before slipping her hand into his, instantly calming him down.

“Coming, Tricia!” Roxy grinned at you effortlessly, pulling Eggsy along by his hand hand.

“You’re doing great, Lancelot.” the three of you could hear Merlin through your earpieces. “Galahad, try not to look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Don’t be shy, Ashton!” you laughed easily, still maintaining your smile as you posed for the camera while grabbing Eggsy’s other hand.

“You do this a lot?” Eggsy leaned down to whisper in your ear, now finally smiling.

“More than you, mate.” you winked, hinting about how he disrespected you the first time you met.

Eggsy made a wheezing sound, and Roxy had to suppress her giggles. “I-“

“Keep walking, guys.” you cut him off, slowly walking towards the entrance of the museum.

“Good job, Morgana. You’re all in now.” the three of you could hear Merlin as you walked into the museum. Everyone looked in place with their expensive outfits and the classy decor of the museum. Thankfully, Eggsy didn’t feel like the three of you were too far out. He could actually pull off this rich snob look, he thought. “Everything else is going to go through you now. I expect updates from all three of you.”

The three of you whispered a reply, indicating that you all understood.

“Ah! The Morgans, yes?” a familiar pretty young girl walked up, her long black gown swaying with each movement.

“Rose Gallagher! I’m Ella Morgan,” Roxy replied with just as much enthusiasm, immediately walking up to give Rose a greeting kiss on each cheek. You and Eggsy shared a shrug, not used to talking to immensely classy people. “Thank you for inviting us. This gala is divine.”

“‘Divine’?” Eggsy mouthed at you. You pursed your lips to suppress a laugh.

“No problem, Darling,” Rose gave Roxy a subtle wink. She was flirty from what Eggsy could tell; wavy, shoulder-length brunette hair, petite body, big eyes, dimples. Soft and delicate. “Any young person who appreciates art as much as my family does deserves to be a part of this fine night.”

“The Morgans are known to have eyes for sculptures,” Roxy winked back. “These are my siblings; Tricia and Ashton Morgan.” Roxy stepped aside.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you grinned, going in for the cheek kisses like Roxy did. Roxy raised her chin in pride once she realized that you had just used her as an example.

“M’lady,” Eggsy cheekily raised an eyebrow as he kissed the back of Rose’s hand. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little bit of fun. Roxy rolled her eyes.

“My, what a gentleman you are.” Rose blushed.

“Trust me, he’s only a gentleman around the pretty ones.” Roxy joked, hinting at Eggsy while giving you a knowing look. Eggsy took a step back, his cheeks darkening at Roxy’s comment.

“You’re funny,” Rose eyed her, the smirk on her lips causing her dimples to appear. “Well, I should greet the rest,” she gestured to the entrance. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”

“You too, Miss Gallagher,” Roxy smiled politely.  

“Please, call me Rose.” she winked at Roxy before walking away with the flirty sway of her hips. 

“I think she likes you.” you pursed your lips in amusement at Roxy, once Rose was out of earshot.

“Pfft, n-no,” Roxy sputtered.

“Yes, Rose Gallagher is known to fool around with quite a lot of men and women,” Merlin’s amused voice interrupted through your earpieces.

“Oh my god,” Roxy blushed, hiding her face behind her hands. “Can we please just get on with the mission?”

“Right,” Merlin cleared his throat. “I suspect that the sculpture Norman tried to steal would be somewhere obvious, where everyone could see.”

“Yes, I see it.” you gestured at the large sculpture near the back of the hall, glimmering in the golden light from the grand chandelier hanging above it.

“Looks like Quincy Norman is going to have his work cut out for him tonight,” Eggsy mused.

“I don’t think Norman is that much of an idiot,” you could hear Merlin roll his eyes. “If he was going to steal it, he wouldn’t do it himself. Lancelot, Galahad, your job is to blend in and find any suspects through the inside. Morgana, you will have to find the security system to keep an eye on the party. Good luck.”

“Alright,” you straightened your dress once Merlin stopped talking, giving your colleagues a light smirk. “Who’s ready to party?”

Hidden Rooms

So I’ve come up with two new story arch ideas and have thoughts on where to lead them next. Both are Jughead x Reader one’s but I don’t know which one you guys will like better. This is the more lighthearted one. Any feedback would be appreciated and I see this story going about 5 parts if it’s read enough. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 2,586


Taglist: @sgarrett49

She was a mystery to me. I was trying to figure her out. Y/N Y/L/N had arrived to Riverdale only a few weeks before Jason Blossoms murder, and from what I could tell so far - she made an effort to stay hidden from almost everyone at the school. I didn’t see her at the mandatory “spirit” inclined pep rallies, lunch, or any sports event and she made a very clear attempt to be avoided in the hallways. Something I could relate to in that manner.

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When (Gaston x Reader)

Originally posted by lord-evans

Word Count: 1,943
Warnings: None
A/N: Ugh life is busy sometimes guys. Sorry for the hiatus, but ya girl is back now, so there’s a whoop. This was actually the first one-shot I ever wrote for Gaston, and I just found it again today and realized that this shiz ain’t half bad. SO HERE YA GO. Agains, apologies for being inactive. Missed ya’ll ❤️

Tags: (guys my Tumblr did a glitch and deleted the draft that I had my tag list saved on, so I lost all of that info. If you wanna be re-added to the new list and get tagged on all my future writings, just shoot me an ask)

Villeneuve was an immensely small village, so to say that news of something was all over town wasn’t a particularly impressive statement to make. But this time it was different. This time, what had started as the harmless ravings of a delusional lunatic had turned into something very real, and the fear, anger and intensity was spreading through the villagers like wildfire.  

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Lincoln Memorial - Washington D.C, USA

Built to honor the 16th president of the United States of America, The Lincoln Memorial is located across from the Washington Monument. The building resembles a Greek Doric temple, and contains a large seated sculpture of Abraham Lincoln, which was designed by Daniel Chester French. 

The walls of the memorial feature inscriptions from two of Lincolns most famous speeches, “The Gettysburg Address”, and his second inaugural speech. The site itself has been the location for many famous speeches, such as Martin Luther King Jr’s famous “I Have A Dream” speech. 

Here Comes the Sun (F) - Kim Namjoon

A/N: This wasn’t requested, I just needed more Namjoon fluff in my life. -Admin Grace

Summary: A picnic day with you and the rest of BTS reminds Namjoon just how much he loves you- as if he could ever forget.

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1.1k

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