MAY 1st... Labour Day!
Muguet has not flouished in the last year of dormancy; it has mostly died when it had been good for several years. There is just a little of the Lily of the Valley surviving and one flower stem.
A few days ago we went to the LOFT cinema in Chatellerault to see the Australian film of the memoirs "TRACKS"... after the novel of the memoirs of the Camel Lady who crossed the desert in 1975.
I really enjoyed it.. One needs the BIG screen. However, i thought the actress never looked sufficiently dishevelled! Brave woman in reality! Inspiring and motivating . No, I could not do that!
I had been bored with blogging but feel an urge to write and publish once again!
I also feel a need to get 'out and about in real life', on real adventures, however small, like that of yesterday, but it helps to have company some of the time!
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Wednesday 24 December 2014
Christmas Eve 2014
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Friday 7 November 2014
Only in France are there such surprises
The programme included:
Brahms: Variation on a theme of Haydn
Ravel: Mother Goose Suite
Schubert-Liszt: Soiree de Vienne
Rachmaninov: Suite no.2
They replayed part of Rachmaninov, part of Brahms, then some Bach, (I didn't hear the title) as a wonderful and generous encore.
Only in France are there such surprises! A further pièce de resistance was a local biscuit, called a Broyé du Poitou which means ground or crushed. It is delicious and I have had them before. In fact I buy them in the winter to sustain my coffee break but only eat half each day as they are about 10cm in diameter! The steward lady told me that it is a local tradition to break the biscuit with a fist. The pianists and the mayor of their town had such fun! Look how large this one is!
Perhaps symbolic of the breaking of the bread for the Lord's Supper!
It was lovely to be out and about with people and at an Autumn musical concert, to take a promenade around the town beforehand and drive home late at night. Once arriving at the fields of France,vehicles were few at thirty minutes before midnight!
What joy when a window of opportunity opens! Only in France are there such surprises!
Tuesday 24 June 2014
St John's Eve and Midsummer
In France, the "Fête de la Saint-Jean" is traditionally
celebrated with bonfires, reminiscent
of Midsummer's pagan rituals. It is also a catholic festivity in celebration of
the birth of Saint John the Baptist. Click here and the link will provide more information.
It takes place on June 24, on Midsummer day (St John's day). In French towns, a tall bonfire is built to be lit on St John's Day. Sambucus canadensis is a goddess tree.
Some traditions say that Elder is a strong protection against dark magic, and if elder twigs are collected on St John's Eve they will protect against bad luck that may surround Twelfth Night celebrations. Growing an elder in your garden will protect your property from misfortune and harm.
There is an elder tree growing halfway along my washing line. I never know when to prune it to create flowers for the following summer. Currently, the leaves are covered with blackfly, so washing up water will have to be a treatment! I cannot ever remove the elder tree from my garden! My mindfulness is because when I was married we bought a house that we could ill afford. And in the garden of this house, which was in a sorry state of repair, was an elder tree and he and I cut it down - therein began troubles! So I am superstitious!
We'd borrowed money from his stepfather - a loan without interest (a folly) ...we couldn't afford repayments when I became unemployed to have a first child when at the same time his self-employment and partnership failed! The loan was eventually repaid when we divorced. The grandmother and step grandfather refused to see their grandchildren unless it was with the father which rarely happened. Family divisions! Such a deprivation for all concerned!
After we were re-housed as the bedrooms were below zero in one of the worst winters known and there were cracks in the house walls, the house was eventually sold to a man who sadly committed suicide in the garden of that house! The profit from the sale of the house went towards purchasing my own property so that the kids had a better lifestyle. I managed to free myself from council house status which I was so grateful for! It was hard to pay for the mortgage but I was eventually grateful that there was no contribution from the father. One day my children will inherit 50% each! Every other penny in my life has been earned or came to me through legitimate family inheritance.
Now as a parent of a son and a daughter and a grandparent of her daughter, I am an elder... like an elder tree, but certainly never a goddess! Life needs to be good and magical without black fly and troubles descending!
It takes place on June 24, on Midsummer day (St John's day). In French towns, a tall bonfire is built to be lit on St John's Day. Sambucus canadensis is a goddess tree.
Some traditions say that Elder is a strong protection against dark magic, and if elder twigs are collected on St John's Eve they will protect against bad luck that may surround Twelfth Night celebrations. Growing an elder in your garden will protect your property from misfortune and harm.
There is an elder tree growing halfway along my washing line. I never know when to prune it to create flowers for the following summer. Currently, the leaves are covered with blackfly, so washing up water will have to be a treatment! I cannot ever remove the elder tree from my garden! My mindfulness is because when I was married we bought a house that we could ill afford. And in the garden of this house, which was in a sorry state of repair, was an elder tree and he and I cut it down - therein began troubles! So I am superstitious!
We'd borrowed money from his stepfather - a loan without interest (a folly) ...we couldn't afford repayments when I became unemployed to have a first child when at the same time his self-employment and partnership failed! The loan was eventually repaid when we divorced. The grandmother and step grandfather refused to see their grandchildren unless it was with the father which rarely happened. Family divisions! Such a deprivation for all concerned!
After we were re-housed as the bedrooms were below zero in one of the worst winters known and there were cracks in the house walls, the house was eventually sold to a man who sadly committed suicide in the garden of that house! The profit from the sale of the house went towards purchasing my own property so that the kids had a better lifestyle. I managed to free myself from council house status which I was so grateful for! It was hard to pay for the mortgage but I was eventually grateful that there was no contribution from the father. One day my children will inherit 50% each! Every other penny in my life has been earned or came to me through legitimate family inheritance.
Now as a parent of a son and a daughter and a grandparent of her daughter, I am an elder... like an elder tree, but certainly never a goddess! Life needs to be good and magical without black fly and troubles descending!
Friday 19 October 2012
Linked to the previous posting
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| Seated Art |
I refrained from taking photos of artists' works ( see previous posting ) but felt that outdoors, being in the public domain, the art of seeing with an eye, was permissible. Years ago, in the 1980s I once walked in the Forest of Dean following the sculpture trail. My children loved the giant forms transformed from nature.
Sunday 14 October 2012
L'Art et Lard - Le Petit Pressigny
The rain fell. Sadly, people did not appear until the afternoon when the sun shone, but as quickly as it arrived, so also did the temperature drop after an electric storm. Gusty winds eventually blew the grey sky full of rain into differently sized bulbous clouds of varying shades of white and grey. However, despite the gloomy weather, some people brought laughter and smiles and I was glad to have made an effort in order to support those who had worked so hard to present the event.
Glad too to have entered the tart competition because I learned from it, tasting the winner's offering. It was won by an English lady who'd added ground almonds, which was interesting in that we were not allowed to have any other form of tart e.g. Tarte Tatin, Tarte Alsace. So, I'd decided to let the pastry and apples speak for themselves rather than add cinnamon or other flavourings that I love to put in pastry and fillings. Many of the recipes I researched used apple puree as a bed for the sliced apples but I followed one where apples were on a bed of home-made Creme Patisserie! My apple tart was tasty but did not stand alone in taste as it needed cream or yoghurt. I discovered THAT afterwards. The Ariane apples were too acidic and too crunchy. I needed an apple that will squidge down more and cook until soft. I need to cut the slices more uniform. My shortcrust pastry was not sufficiently cooked despite having been baked blind and being in the hottest of ovens as well as baked on metal. However on the plus side I liked the rustic look of my effort! Well, it was fun to do. I was Number 4 of 12 entries - usually 30! Every participant received a litre of freshly juiced apple from the apple press. Not bad!
Several artists were not in their appointed places...too wet a day! I 'm not sure how the artistes and artisans fared with sales but it could not have been rewarding!
Unfortunately, I couldn't muster a wow about much of the art. My favourite work was by a photographer who was being interviewed by the press. His description of passion for his mother and her pasta making was a joy to listen to, although I did not understand all. I almost bought his book documenting French cafe-bars. Had I seen before the wonderfully large portraiture, where the crepes were to have been enjoyed? Feeling tempted to commission a study of my grand-daughter, I resisted the thought and edged away. Dominique's decorative pottery is always wonderful. The Illuminated painting on different materials was a marvel with detail and exactitude. The photography of a red paper dress was appreciated because there was no one present so I had the building to myself! I would like to see more craftsmen or women working as did Magalie, Eliane, a jeweller and someone who makes the zinc work for rooftops. There was jewellery made with hand made lace which though very interesting was not my style. Although solitary, I met people I knew. I enjoyed the event, as much as anyone could in such weather, but previous years were better. Such a shame for it was not the fault of the organisers.
The English tea stall had doubled the quantity of cakes they had made and seemed to do a fine trade in keeping us warm. Thank you Joyce and her team for English scones and Earl Grey tea! Nothing like a cuppa!
I enjoyed wandering the lanes and having my umbrella turned inside out around the muddied-watered lake but sunshine makes all the difference to an Autumn Fair.
Glad too to have entered the tart competition because I learned from it, tasting the winner's offering. It was won by an English lady who'd added ground almonds, which was interesting in that we were not allowed to have any other form of tart e.g. Tarte Tatin, Tarte Alsace. So, I'd decided to let the pastry and apples speak for themselves rather than add cinnamon or other flavourings that I love to put in pastry and fillings. Many of the recipes I researched used apple puree as a bed for the sliced apples but I followed one where apples were on a bed of home-made Creme Patisserie! My apple tart was tasty but did not stand alone in taste as it needed cream or yoghurt. I discovered THAT afterwards. The Ariane apples were too acidic and too crunchy. I needed an apple that will squidge down more and cook until soft. I need to cut the slices more uniform. My shortcrust pastry was not sufficiently cooked despite having been baked blind and being in the hottest of ovens as well as baked on metal. However on the plus side I liked the rustic look of my effort! Well, it was fun to do. I was Number 4 of 12 entries - usually 30! Every participant received a litre of freshly juiced apple from the apple press. Not bad!
Several artists were not in their appointed places...too wet a day! I 'm not sure how the artistes and artisans fared with sales but it could not have been rewarding!
Unfortunately, I couldn't muster a wow about much of the art. My favourite work was by a photographer who was being interviewed by the press. His description of passion for his mother and her pasta making was a joy to listen to, although I did not understand all. I almost bought his book documenting French cafe-bars. Had I seen before the wonderfully large portraiture, where the crepes were to have been enjoyed? Feeling tempted to commission a study of my grand-daughter, I resisted the thought and edged away. Dominique's decorative pottery is always wonderful. The Illuminated painting on different materials was a marvel with detail and exactitude. The photography of a red paper dress was appreciated because there was no one present so I had the building to myself! I would like to see more craftsmen or women working as did Magalie, Eliane, a jeweller and someone who makes the zinc work for rooftops. There was jewellery made with hand made lace which though very interesting was not my style. Although solitary, I met people I knew. I enjoyed the event, as much as anyone could in such weather, but previous years were better. Such a shame for it was not the fault of the organisers.
The English tea stall had doubled the quantity of cakes they had made and seemed to do a fine trade in keeping us warm. Thank you Joyce and her team for English scones and Earl Grey tea! Nothing like a cuppa!
I enjoyed wandering the lanes and having my umbrella turned inside out around the muddied-watered lake but sunshine makes all the difference to an Autumn Fair.
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Tuesday 14 August 2012
Tuesday 5 June 2012
It's early in the morning
Arriving at the computer to research some early morning thoughts I eventually am led to the news.
The diamond igniting of the beacons was very theatrical and oh it must be marvellous to be part of such a world event. I can feel how wonderful it is to be British. I am proud of being English, I admire Charles' strong speech. He has changed for the better, becoming emotionally literate and not so restricted in his speech and mannerisms, becoming more relaxed, personable, likeable, showing humanity, having his glory for he knows not the future.
I can see that the 4 day party has provided a wealth of reason for people to have fun and enjoyment in times where there are many other concerns. I feel the events may give hope and promise when austerity, far from Britain's elite, is present for many people who face financial struggles. In 2012 it seems to be a time for wonderment. There is struggle in Britain and elsewhere. Let us hope that tables turn for those who experience poverty of emotion as well as financial support and for those who experience struggle in adversity. The world is changing.
The diamond igniting of the beacons was very theatrical and oh it must be marvellous to be part of such a world event. I can feel how wonderful it is to be British. I am proud of being English, I admire Charles' strong speech. He has changed for the better, becoming emotionally literate and not so restricted in his speech and mannerisms, becoming more relaxed, personable, likeable, showing humanity, having his glory for he knows not the future.
I can see that the 4 day party has provided a wealth of reason for people to have fun and enjoyment in times where there are many other concerns. I feel the events may give hope and promise when austerity, far from Britain's elite, is present for many people who face financial struggles. In 2012 it seems to be a time for wonderment. There is struggle in Britain and elsewhere. Let us hope that tables turn for those who experience poverty of emotion as well as financial support and for those who experience struggle in adversity. The world is changing.
Sunday 3 June 2012
Pomp and Pageantry
I love P & P & Circumstance. Even though I disapprove of the public cost of Royalty, I believe that in a modernist world they probably do help charities. However, there are so many people who could have benefited from the cost of those seats on the barge that the Queen would not sit on!
The public fund in UK has been slaughtered and yet who knows how much the 4 days of celebrations for the Queen have truly cost. This could have helped pensioners, those with disabilities, children and what do we hear??? Oh yes cut the taxes on Granny flats!!!!! It's only those who are more rich who have Granny Annexes! So the flagrant use of public funding does make me boil!
Since Diana's death magnified an emotional outpouring of the Nation, giving a public outlet for bereavement and loss, I confess, I became fascinated by some members of the Royal Family. I believe that because we have a Land of Hope and Glory (thank you, Sir Edward Elgar) it is better to keep a Monarchy than to have a Presidency. Rule Britannia is what I say! And all the music that has been generated for Royal events. We've been lucky with the type of Monarchy that has been created and established over the last 60 years. In my opinion, England / UK has been fortunate since 1952 and after WWII. I am grateful that the Monarchy / Government / World produced freedom and peace in Europe and that I have been lucky to have experienced the kindnesses of humanity. I love my country. I like the fact that I am British and that the United Kingdom is the home for so many international peoples. Yet I love France and Europe too. I love the diversity of people, culture, places and systems of celebration.
However, I wonder as to where all the clothing goes once worn. I wonder about the cost to the private person like me and what the minor royals do to justify their existence. Perhaps the Jubilee has given people an opportunity to communicate with each other and be friends and develop community. However, a previous neighbour who promoted such street parties and bon homie became very bitter, rude and spiteful after breaking through a Georgian stud wall into my property. Therefore, I am left to wonder about the "street party bash" and the degree that it can help to transform neighbourliness.
Without a television, it was a pleasant surprise and pleasure that I could watch the flotilla live on my Apple Mac whilst living in France. Thank you BBC and those who dreamt up the idea and organised it! But again wouldn't the funding have been better utilised?
I really don't like the coinage of the term "New Elizabethans" and I nearly vomited when I heard CAM oron, woops spelling mistake M. Cameron sycophanting about her Majesty! If perhaps it was Neo-Elizabethans I could cope!!!!!
A cucumber sandwich made with my home-made poppyseed and mint bread was enjoyed with Saumur demi-sec bubbly! Very nice and as equal to a Cremant de Loire or Cremant d'Alsace which I prefer to champagne, unless it's an expensive one, of which I rarely have imbibed!
NOSTALGIA
Tomorrow I might make a "Victoria sandwich" for nostalgia, you understand!!!!!!! I rarely make one preferring to make other types of cake. It was my version and with pineapple!!
I remember being 3 and sitting at long tables at the Coronation party in what was eventually my High School,
I remember the Queen's Silver Jubilee when my son won first prize in the village fancy dress competition. We still have the Jubilee sovereign. A tea-towel, wrapping paper to make a hat, a windmill, a flag, his blue school jumper and trousers! It was one of the only fancy dress events my children have ever participated in!
ADDENDUM June 4th
It's not surprising that Philip is ill... We saw the Queen go downstairs... but he did not, me thinks. Conditions were perishing and even I would have required several toilet breaks, hot tea and a hot water bottle. They did not wear suitable warm woolly blankets to keep out the rain and chill and at their age more consideration should have been given to that than Pomp and Pageantry. The lady would not sit down and so neither could anyone else.
The public fund in UK has been slaughtered and yet who knows how much the 4 days of celebrations for the Queen have truly cost. This could have helped pensioners, those with disabilities, children and what do we hear??? Oh yes cut the taxes on Granny flats!!!!! It's only those who are more rich who have Granny Annexes! So the flagrant use of public funding does make me boil!
Since Diana's death magnified an emotional outpouring of the Nation, giving a public outlet for bereavement and loss, I confess, I became fascinated by some members of the Royal Family. I believe that because we have a Land of Hope and Glory (thank you, Sir Edward Elgar) it is better to keep a Monarchy than to have a Presidency. Rule Britannia is what I say! And all the music that has been generated for Royal events. We've been lucky with the type of Monarchy that has been created and established over the last 60 years. In my opinion, England / UK has been fortunate since 1952 and after WWII. I am grateful that the Monarchy / Government / World produced freedom and peace in Europe and that I have been lucky to have experienced the kindnesses of humanity. I love my country. I like the fact that I am British and that the United Kingdom is the home for so many international peoples. Yet I love France and Europe too. I love the diversity of people, culture, places and systems of celebration.
However, I wonder as to where all the clothing goes once worn. I wonder about the cost to the private person like me and what the minor royals do to justify their existence. Perhaps the Jubilee has given people an opportunity to communicate with each other and be friends and develop community. However, a previous neighbour who promoted such street parties and bon homie became very bitter, rude and spiteful after breaking through a Georgian stud wall into my property. Therefore, I am left to wonder about the "street party bash" and the degree that it can help to transform neighbourliness.
I really don't like the coinage of the term "New Elizabethans" and I nearly vomited when I heard CAM oron, woops spelling mistake M. Cameron sycophanting about her Majesty! If perhaps it was Neo-Elizabethans I could cope!!!!!
A cucumber sandwich made with my home-made poppyseed and mint bread was enjoyed with Saumur demi-sec bubbly! Very nice and as equal to a Cremant de Loire or Cremant d'Alsace which I prefer to champagne, unless it's an expensive one, of which I rarely have imbibed!
NOSTALGIA
Tomorrow I might make a "Victoria sandwich" for nostalgia, you understand!!!!!!! I rarely make one preferring to make other types of cake. It was my version and with pineapple!!
I remember the Queen's Silver Jubilee when my son won first prize in the village fancy dress competition. We still have the Jubilee sovereign. A tea-towel, wrapping paper to make a hat, a windmill, a flag, his blue school jumper and trousers! It was one of the only fancy dress events my children have ever participated in!
It's not surprising that Philip is ill... We saw the Queen go downstairs... but he did not, me thinks. Conditions were perishing and even I would have required several toilet breaks, hot tea and a hot water bottle. They did not wear suitable warm woolly blankets to keep out the rain and chill and at their age more consideration should have been given to that than Pomp and Pageantry. The lady would not sit down and so neither could anyone else.
Wednesday 2 November 2011
Entertainment
Some acquaintances are extremely talented and their association "La Fausse Compagnie" presents a variety of quality entertainment for the public. The aim is to take the current several day event to different villages where little happens. So to Vicq sur Gartempe...and at the water's edge. "Lire en Vienne" presented a poetry reading "Au fil de L'eau" in French, of course, followed by soup and wine for free.
On a different day music for a Bal was played by button accordion and drums. My two left feet were invited to be a partner for either E or F in the Valse. They steered me each time! After a while I became rather melancholy when I kept hearing the tunes I play and I wanted to be on the playing side of the instrument rather than the listening side.
In the darkness Spacefish did his act and after that there was a 5 minute Mime from Momette who had no mouth. My fascination was with the excellent performance from two astounding women accordionists who could not only PLAY, and I mean PLAY... this instrument in different styles without music, but could sing, and I mean SING ...even in an operatic manner as well as cause much merriment and mirth within themselves and the audience. One was tall and one was short and yet so beautifully entwined were they in their performance. Brilliant. The repas on the Saturday evening was Celeri Remoulade, followed by Poulet avec Prunes, and a variety of prune, plum or apple tart. Seasonal fare! It was great fun and lovely to be out and about. I never get my attire correct... went in trousers ... but then nipped home to wear something more 1950s style... black and white polka dot skirt, black polo neck sweater, kitten heels and my ¾ length autumn brown satin coat. More womanly!
UPDATE: November 21st 2012 Go to:
http://www.lafaussecompagnie.fr/spectacles-le-chant-des-pavillons.html
where you can travel from webpage to webpage to listen to and see more information.
On a different day music for a Bal was played by button accordion and drums. My two left feet were invited to be a partner for either E or F in the Valse. They steered me each time! After a while I became rather melancholy when I kept hearing the tunes I play and I wanted to be on the playing side of the instrument rather than the listening side.
In the darkness Spacefish did his act and after that there was a 5 minute Mime from Momette who had no mouth. My fascination was with the excellent performance from two astounding women accordionists who could not only PLAY, and I mean PLAY... this instrument in different styles without music, but could sing, and I mean SING ...even in an operatic manner as well as cause much merriment and mirth within themselves and the audience. One was tall and one was short and yet so beautifully entwined were they in their performance. Brilliant. The repas on the Saturday evening was Celeri Remoulade, followed by Poulet avec Prunes, and a variety of prune, plum or apple tart. Seasonal fare! It was great fun and lovely to be out and about. I never get my attire correct... went in trousers ... but then nipped home to wear something more 1950s style... black and white polka dot skirt, black polo neck sweater, kitten heels and my ¾ length autumn brown satin coat. More womanly!
A week later I went rather timidly to a cabaret version of the poetry presentation in the village hall where I live. The readers were dressed as matelots (sailors) on a theatrically decorated stage, with a slideshow of watery scenes. There were two sea shanty songs for audience participation, but I declined to sing “A la santé du roi de France et merde pour le roi d’Angleterre” for the refrain/ chorus!!! The two hour entertainment cost 5 euros which included a glass of cider, plus 1 euro for a slice of home made Reine Claude tart and coffee. One French lady who I met at the previous entertainment was very welcoming and ensured I sat at a table with other people rather than alone. No one else spoke to me but I enjoyed just trying to understand the extracts that included Jules Verne, Hemingway, Homer and Victor Hugo…I read the programme!
UPDATE: November 21st 2012 Go to:
http://www.lafaussecompagnie.fr/spectacles-le-chant-des-pavillons.html
where you can travel from webpage to webpage to listen to and see more information.
Sunday 9 October 2011
L'art et Lard at Le Petit Pressigny
What a wonderful day!
I can't possibly show you in photographs all the artists' works that were exhibited around the village in houses, gardens, sheds, caves (pronounced as carves but some were trogladyte caves...) as I did not take photographs of their talent. There was such creativity and inspiration. One young female painter whose exhibits were the earthy colours of Utah ...... told me how she walked in those canyons about 20km each day all by herself for 6 weeks !!!!!!!
I think my favourite art work at the festival exhibition were:
photography: Rieja Van Art avec les textes de Michele Guignandon and also those of Serge Lopez. The photographic content was the traditional cotton and linen of France.
sculpture: Claude Eybert - he worked in wood, zinc, glass and broken crockery and the work is very tactile.
pottery: Dominique Maroille makes beautiful garden flowers and I love the miniature coffee mugs of Magalie
paintings:Charlotte Guérineau captures the subtlety of the ochre in rocks and sand and charm in her confident self is expressed in the passion she has for the desert.
If I were to have the time, I will later learn how to make a slide show of my humble photography. Meanwhile here are some of my own art images, as taken apart from the first which was cropped:
I can't possibly show you in photographs all the artists' works that were exhibited around the village in houses, gardens, sheds, caves (pronounced as carves but some were trogladyte caves...) as I did not take photographs of their talent. There was such creativity and inspiration. One young female painter whose exhibits were the earthy colours of Utah ...... told me how she walked in those canyons about 20km each day all by herself for 6 weeks !!!!!!!
I think my favourite art work at the festival exhibition were:
photography: Rieja Van Art avec les textes de Michele Guignandon and also those of Serge Lopez. The photographic content was the traditional cotton and linen of France.
sculpture: Claude Eybert - he worked in wood, zinc, glass and broken crockery and the work is very tactile.
pottery: Dominique Maroille makes beautiful garden flowers and I love the miniature coffee mugs of Magalie
paintings:Charlotte Guérineau captures the subtlety of the ochre in rocks and sand and charm in her confident self is expressed in the passion she has for the desert.
If I were to have the time, I will later learn how to make a slide show of my humble photography. Meanwhile here are some of my own art images, as taken apart from the first which was cropped:
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