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pixieberry992 · 2 years
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hey it’s me
day two is wunder and I was sort of stuck so I just did my favourite ghostly hour :) (ALSO YES ITS THE GOSSAMER SPUN GARDEN I CANT DO BGS VERY WELL 😭)
morrigan will probably be in a lot of these, also excuse me if my style is being a bit inconsistent
Image ID: Morrigan from Nevermoor is in one of the first ghostly hours she was in, in Hollowpox, with Brilliance Amadeo, Elodie Bauer, Owain Binks and Ezra Squall (they are not present in the image aside from a very blurry silhouette). She is almost half lying on her stomach to stare intently at her gossamer spun rose (which does look like a pillbox hat on a stick), though from the way the image is framed it’s hard to tell how she is posed. She is wearing a dark grey blazer and white shirt. This image is in greyscale.
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taryry · 7 months
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IT WAS NEVERMOOR DAY YESTERDAY AND I LITERALLY FORGOT (so lets just pretend like i didn’t)
To all the wundersmiths, mesmerists, witnesses, wampire dwarfs, magnificats, tightrope walkers, owners of a living hotel, gals with an eyepatch, opera singers, fighters, doctors, linguists, amazing cooks, short range oracles, thieves and to all of the artists, writers and readers, i wish you all a wonderful nevermoor day- step boldly, burn brightly and what not…
stay wundrous, xoxo ☂️
and also hpbd to nevermoor they are officially six lmao
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raspberry-gloaming · 1 month
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I very much doubt there's much chance of this, but is there anyone out there who is a fan of both Doctor Who (and especially/possibly the Gallifrey audios) and the Nevermoor series? As I have many au thoughts but no-one to share/discuss them with.
(if you are please message me)
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yellow-yarrow · 3 months
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director's commentary for this post (lmao) because I like yapping
the reason why I choose these artworks is not just because they looked good, I thought it was interesting how they treat colors, light and rot
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Damien Hirst's Black Sun is made of many dead flies, people have said that this artwork smells gross up close. Its theme is obviously death and disgust (like most of his works), he has also said the flies represent people, and quotes Hobbes saying that people's life without a government is bad and tragic (which I HEAVILY disagree with)
Hirst sells his works for millions of dollars, it's highly commercialized, some have accused him of money laundering and such. Insert the Wompty-Dompty Dom Centre thought:
Problem It's Wednesday evening and something heinously exciting is under way. People have gathered beneath the billowing roof of an oddly shaped trophy building, sipping wine and exchanging opinions. 29-year-old wunder-twins Guy and Keith Joost are the stars of the show, with their bomber jackets and white sneakers -- head curators of this art exhibition. It's the wompty-dom-di-dommiest event of the year and all the cool kids have RSVP’d. Where are you, if you are not there? Solution You're at home, stupid cop, not with the art crowd. You hate them, everyone hates them, even they hate themselves. It's nauseating -- an industry built on sprezzatura and sparkling wine. And, let’s be honest, tax evasion schemes. The Wompty Dompty Dom Centre is the heart of this unholy symbiosis of esthetics and tax optimization, and now that you've internalized it – you can have a piece too!
personally, for me, it invokes disgust both on an aesthetic level (dead flies) and in a conceptual level (rich guy using death to make millions). Tieing this into black being the color of money in Elysium, and the end of the world.
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Malevich's Black square is a painting without an object, it doesn't represent the material world, it is independent of it. but at the same time, black is the density of matter in the white empty space.
He said this about this art: "[Black Square is meant to evoke] the experience of pure non-objectivity in the white emptiness of a liberated nothing." "It is from zero, in zero, that the true movement of being begins." (x) ‘In the year 1913, trying desperately to free art from the dead weight of the real world, I took refuge in the form of the square.’ (x)
Important context for this work (like many other black paintings) is that it was made around the time of the world wars, and the russian revolution. Black paintings express the trauma of the world wars, and in this case the revolutionary approach to art too.
quoting from the article I linked:
Malevich had been collaborating with the musician Mikhail Matyushin and the poet Aleksei Kruchenykh on a manifesto which called for the rejection of rational thought. They wanted to overturn the established systems and hierarchies of Western society. Together with poet Velimier Khlebnikov they staged Victory over the Sun, where the characters aimed to abolish reason by capturing the sun and destroying time. The libretto used Kruchenykh’s zaum – a new language of sounds that had no meaning. This sparked something in Malevich.
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Similar things apply to White on white. The Moma website describes it better than I would:
[Malevich] "wanted White on White to create a sense of floating and transcendence. White, Malevich believed, was the color of infinity and signified a realm of higher feeling, a utopian world of pure form that was attainable only through nonobjective art. Indeed, he named his theory of art Suprematism to signify “the supremacy of pure feeling or perception in the pictorial arts”; and pure perception, he wrote, demanded that a picture’s forms “have nothing in common with nature.” In 1918, soon after the Russian Revolution, the connotations of this sense of liberation were not only aesthetic but also social and political. Malevich expressed his exhilaration in a manifesto one year later: “I have overcome the lining of the colored sky. . . . Swim in the white free abyss, infinity is before you.”
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These molding fruits made out of gemstones by Kathleen Ryan make me think of Damien Hirst's bedazzled Skull artwork, decadence, kitsch, death. The gemstones make the mold feel like it has value, importance, like it's almost sacred. The pale as a "sacred and terrible smell"
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Rothko's paintings heavily empathize colors, paintings like these invite us to really experience those colors and be moved by them.
From the Disco Elysium artbook:
Eyes are direct, unmediated input to the brain. You like or dislike something before you have a chance to reason about it. It affects you emotionally without offering you a chance to throw up intellectual defenses first. Witnessing death and good art are materially equivalent experiences: they are visual information transmitted straight to the centers of emotion by way of the eye. This might explain why a person could tear up in the presence of a Rothko painting. If you’re a sensitive enough instrument, seeing his Orange, Red, Yellow in real life feels intense. It doesn’t work on a computer screen though, you’re just staring at some bright pixels imitating the appearance of the painting the same way seeing a dead person is different from seeing a picture of a dead person.
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El Lissitzky was also an important figure in russian avant-garde, like Malevich. Well. I put this one in here cause it looked nice and because of the theme of light and the lack of (it's a gelatin silver photograph).
maybe this adds something to the discussion of the symbolism of colors and light in Elysium
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wundersmith-squall · 5 months
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ramble about your Ezra Squall redemption arc please?
Absolutely- id be very happy to! I'm quite aware that im about to sound like this:
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but you asked so this is what you signed up for /j
Soooooooo it basically wormed its way into my head because of the one time where Squall said something like 'We're wundersmiths we take all of the blame and none of the credit' and I was like, okay sir are you speaking from experience? What was the 'credit' of your actions? And also the mention of the shared enemy, which I at the time took as meaning partially something in the republic that threatens Nevermoor, and partially something to do with the system, the Wunderous Society and like, all the people in charge who are against wundersmiths and are trying to hold Mog back.
Along with these two things, I'd like to think that 100+ years of banishment are long enough to rethink your actions and become a better person.
So, I'll explain it in a way that wont take an entire essay to write out. Basically it goes in my head that, Courage Square was, at least partially an accident, and over 100 years the story got skewed, and the current population turned against Ezra and the Wundersmiths, while the population at the time knew how, Wundersmiths ultimately were trying to help Nevermoor. Courage Square was bad, which is why Ezra was banished, but he wasnt killed. After a tragedy, it would be expected that he'd be punished, but at the time, the Republic as we know it didnt exist, and so being banished out there was a very bad fate, but it was definitely better than death.
Ezra went through a, lot of bad mental states during the first few decades of his banishment, but as he grew older, he came to terms with both his past actions and his current situation, though he still feels guilty about it.
In my head, the Wundersmiths were originally established to protect Nevermoor from the weird creatures of the darkness that the Wunderous Society takes care of now. Those creatures are attracted to Wunder. When Ezra was banished from Nevermoor, there were no longer any Wundersmiths in there, and so WunSoc had to step up and find a way to cover for him. Meanwhile, Ezra, who still loves Nevermoor, establishes Squall Industries, partially to improve conditions in the Republic and partially to provide a bigger, brighter beacon of wunder to attract the majority of the dangerous creatures to a place where he could still handle them. In this same thought, the Hunt of Smoke and Shadow werent something he created, but a group of these dangerous creatures that he managed to tame.
On the same subject are the other cursed children, those who, gather wunder but are unfortunately dont have the gift to control it. The creatures of the darkness, who chase wunder, hunt down these children to take the wunderous energy from them, which they dont survive. Ezra does his best in this situation, but one man can only do so much, and the creatures are relentless.
When he first discovers Morrigan, he's not exactly sure what to do. He tries to just get her as an apprentice through the usual means in the republic, but after a certain mad ginger got in the way he sent the Hunt after her, himself being busy trying to help the other cursed children, but we all know that that attempt didnt work. Ezra, knowing about the wunder critical-mass gather-too-much-without-using-it-makes-bad-things-happen thing, so he used the gossamer to get back into Nevermoor.
Having to enter and view Nevermoor again, even though not physically, took a bit of a toll on him, plus having to interact with someone new while being himself, which is not something he's had to do in a long time. He's also never, had to teach anyone before.
From there, I imagine he goes from frustrated and angry, to irritated but starting to get attached to Mog, to actually being a genuinely good teacher (aka the floof you saw in my drawing, who doesnt sleep nearly enough but still tries his best to be a good person), who is Tired™ and also just as chaotic as Jupiter when he wants to be.
Thank you for listening to my ramble- I can happily expand on anything if anyone happens to like this train of thought. I have further specifics on, basically everything, but this is a solid overview.
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nevermoor y/n fic where the reader is sold to the wunderous society
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menaceofsociety2 · 1 month
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Apologies if this has been said alot before I've just gotten back into the nevermoor fandom sorry if I'm wrong but,
I was rereading the third book and they keep going on about how wundersmiths were treated as deities but like, they literally lived in the basement. Their whole lives. Living on sub nine.
The permanent residents of the society who are there from the moment they're discovered live in the basement. No windows, on the furthest underground floor, and based on the collection of books morrigan finds in the library on as far as we know every known wunderous act it's clear people kept a relatively close eye on them.
It sounds more like a prison tbh
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loveless-arobee · 3 months
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Funny how I just wanted to write a book with aro mcs because all of the little tiny amount of aro rep is at most ~implied~ or popular interpretation. And if it's actually confirmed, it's usually never said in the source (and basically always aroace, as if aro can't exist seperately from aces...). Or worse they use asexual to mean aromantic, or aroace.
And now it'll be like, at least two books of critizing ableism, classism, homophobia, transphobia, amatonormativity, war and basically society as a whole. Becuase I just can't write a fluffy fantasy book, I have to see society burn.
Top all that with dragons and magic and the two mcs who are unapologetically aromantic queers and they would burn the world for each other and they are so close and vulnerable and intimate with each other and they are friends and so, so wunderful together.
And now I only have to write all this shit actually, because most of it only exists in my head. I've only written the first 20k of the first book. Fml.
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worldsunlikemyown · 7 months
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Mogtober 2023 #14 — Theory/Theories
He’d never have been able to kill them. Not if he’d tried his hardest. 
   They’d all debated what to do. What was safest? What was easiest? What would keep them alive the longest, until the right time to expose the Elders came? 
   They’d even drawn straws for who was to be the Society’s scapegoat.
   When he blasted them into that realm, that realm with its slow time and safe liminal nature, he still had the piece of straw in his suit pocket. 
   Carefully Woven dead bodies lay on the cobbles, which were slick with Woven blood. Beyond, the walls of Nevermoor shivered. 
   “I will come back one day,” he murmured to the cobbles, and walked away to set up his short-lived, mock conquest. 
One of them died. Against all odds, one of them died. He didn’t even have a way to tell who it was, because the realm was under lock and key, both of which would dissolve as soon as he opened the gates. 
   He wouldn’t have known until he did find a Wundersmith. The children had been a ruse, although they had, regrettably, needed to be sacrificed — something to make enough Wundrous expenditure in the Wunder-poor ‘Wintersea Republic’ that any dead soul felt it strongly enough to drift towards. And it was a hard thing to out-Wunder Nevermoor — there was a reason the Divinities could be reached from there, after all. The killing had, despite being a little distasteful, gone a long way. 
   Ezra had no way to be sure how long it had taken the Wundersmith whose soul was now Morrigan Crow to reach him. 
   But at long last, he wasn’t alone. And the time was nearing for them all to come back.   
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wundrousarts · 1 year
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Various Nevermoor thoughts and things I've noticed after rereading the book for yet another time:
aka, everything that made me put something in the Discord or on here
— Cadence's braid is twisted up into a knot during the Book Trial, unlike the usual braid down she's often depicted with
— "Threads" of Wunder, the Gossamer being a "web", and the Wundrous Art of "Weaving"..... so fun! I need to look for more stuff related to Weaving and other Arts as I reread the other books
— Given Wunsoc’s motto of Containment & Distraction and the history of the Yule Queen and St Nick learning Arts in Sub-Nine, I wonder if the annual Christmas Eve Battle is purely entertainment for the masses or if it’s a distraction from something as well?
—— It’s in Courage Square… what if, if there is a Ghostly Hour there (of the massacre or of a related event), the Battle distracts folks from the possibility finding it? I’m team “it happened on the last day of the year” and not Christmas, but still 🤔 much to think about whenever that location comes up
—— If it is a distraction, it could also be a distraction for another part of the city just because it gathers everyone to one place and they’re less likely to be elsewhere
— Mog and Jack fighting but then convening a few days later to dump out their Christmas stockings together and trade the contents is Peak sibling behavior and I love them for that
— The picture that Dame Chanda is like “oh don’t cancel me but he’s hot” about Squall isn’t a photograph but a print of a painting. I wonder if more paintings of more Wundersmiths exist anywhere and if Mog could find them, or if they were all burned or something
—— I’d love if by the end of the series Mog has renewed the reputation of Wundersmiths and gets a new portrait done of her that’s hung up somewhere, this time where she looks healthy and happy, as a contrast to her bitter Hall of Dead Crows portrait from before
— Fen licking the side of Mog's face when she's crying <3
— Squall is so dramatic making the tiles of the Wunderground station turn black as he turns around lmao
— Aside from the obvious the obvious danger of the gathering, Squall describing Cursed Children dying on Eventide as a “mercy” and his whole “we do what we’re asked because we have to because we’re Wundersmiths” speech in Hollowpox, I wonder if part of why he wants there to be no more Wundersmith anymore and the Courage Square Revolt was because he was against the Society / government / Nevermoor using Wundersmiths from a young age for their own desires and gains. Anti child labor in the worst possible way lol
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idontknowreallywhy · 9 months
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Reading Nevermoor to the 8 year old…
Chapter 9
Had a long discussion about the mechanics of the brolly rail, and which end of the umbrella you’d hold on to and how it would be strong enough (we’ve broken a lot of flimsy brollies in our house). It sounds fun and like flying but she thinks her hands would get sweaty.
Very interested in the dead fireblossoms.
We do not like Baz. He’s too obsessed with what people look like and doesn’t care what they actually are like inside. And he treats Morrigan like a Thing.
Nunya is a hilarious joke…
We like Jupiter’s low voice. She thinks it would give people goosebumps and maybe stop their brains working properly. Can he control people like that because he stops Baz talking?
Surely the Wunderous Society people don’t believe in the Wundersmith as well? It’s obviously just a story… she is clear about this because Jupiter said so.
Noelle is awful… maybe the worst yet.
At this point we are guessing that Morrigan’s knack is ‘confidence’ - because she was really brave and did the right thing even though people might then bully her too.
The jelly drop was hilarious. She did feel a bit sorry for the toads… but thinks Hawthorne is funny. Hopefully they can stay friends.
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Random Nevermoor Fanfic
Morrigan stood outside Jupiter’s office, gathering the courage to knock. He would not take this well, but she had to tell him. Morrigan took a deep breath and rapped her knuckles on the door, hard. “Come in,” sounded her patron’s hearty voice. Morrigan turned the doorknob, feeling the lock click. Jupiter looked surprised “hey, Mog! The healers said you left early, but I wasn’t expecting to see you up and about so soon”
“Turns out a good night’s sleep was all I needed, I was mostly exhausted”
“good! And I’m glad you were out of the way during all the ruckus”
“what ruckus?” Morrigan asked, even though she knew full well what ruckus.
“oh, I forgot you didn’t know. The Wunnimals are cured, all of them!” Jupiter beamed.
Morrigan felt a rush of pride that she hoped looked like relief. They were going home because of her.
“about the Wunnimals, I-“
“You what?” Jupiter said, a note of suspicion and worry creeping into his tone.
“I just want to talk to some of them about the Hollowpox when they’re feeling up to it.” That was not at all what she had wanted to say, but she was dreading her patron’s reaction.
“I’ll have to talk to the elders about it, and it might still a sore subject for the infected, but I don’t see why you can’t try!” He gave her his usual ginger bearded smile and jabbered on “is there anything else you wanted to tell me?”
Morrigan winced. “No!” Jupiter looked at her with one eyebrow raised. “That’s it, nothing else” she said, regaining her composure before strolling off
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as soon as she was out of sight of Jupiter’s office, she broke into a run. She went as fast as she could. so fast, in fact, she didn’t notice Fenestra until she collided with the Magnificat’s matted grey fur. “Watch it fu- Morrigan?” Fen’s amber eyes softened, “What are you doing out of bed so soon?” Morrigan rolled her eyes. Why was everyone worried about her? She was fine! Well, physically fine. She was low on wunder to a potentially unhealthy degree.
“I’m fine, Fenestra. Just overtaxed myself at Courage Square.”
“and was it Squall’s idea for you to do that?” Fen snarled, her lip curled in contempt.
”no, I just have abysmal stamina.” Morrigan said, quoting Squall’s critique of her skills. “But if you insist, I’ll head back to my room.” ……………………………………………………………………….
When Morrigan reached her room, she collapsed on her bed to think. Who to tell about the apprenticeship? Jupiter and Fen would have overblown reactions (Well not overblown, per say, but more than she was willing to deal with right away), and her unit and conductor were unreachable until Monday. Besides, they might tell the elders, who would surely terminate her apprenticeship, or at least forbid her from taking lessons. Not to mention the nebulous threat of the Society activating her Safeguard Pact, whatever that was. That left Jack and the rest of the Hotel staff. She went with Jack.
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“Jack?” Morrigan said, “I need to talk to you”
Despite, or perhaps in spite of the early afternoon hour, Jack looked like he had just woken up. “This better be good” he grumbled as he answered the door.
“if tales of sacrifice and possession are your cup of tea, I suppose it is.”
“Morrigan” Jack grumbled “I don’t want to hear some dumb story you made up.”
“I took an apprenticeship with the Wundersmith.” Morrigan blurted out. The silence she got in response was deafening. Jack nodded, and Morrigan went on to tell the whole story to him, not leaving out a single detail. He agreed that wunsoc couldn’t know yet. He said that Morrigan might be cut off from most of the Wundrous society, but she had him, her adoptive brother.
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purrassicjet · 1 year
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Nevermoor future spinoff series with the next generation of wundersmiths. Years and years after the events of the series, Morrigan has restarted the school of Wunderous arts and, with the help of Jack and while he's fit enough, Jupiter, started looking for young Wundersmiths again. The story follows a foxwun decendant of Sofia, who finds out that one of her Wunderous ancestors was Goldberry (the one who called for imprisonment of all wunimals) and has to learn how to deal with that, Hawthorne's fluffy haired son, wunderous decendant of Jemmity, who tries very hard not to call Morrigan "Auntie Mog" while in lessons, Jack's twin daughters, one a Wundersmith, one a witness, a scared looking little boy who shares the foxwun's disgust at their Wunderous ancestor when he finds out he's descended from Ezra Squall himself, and four other Wundersmith kids of varying ages who are being taught but Morrigan how to properly be wundersmiths and how to not let history die. They are known as the black sleeves around Wunsoc and are sorted into units based on how old they are (creating rare, ten member units). The kids are raised with their parents, having home visits from Morrigan from time to time, until they're old enough to join the society, and then they get a free pass through the trials and join with the new unit. They take a few normal classes, but most of their timetable is Wunderous arts lessons with Morrigan and sometimes the older graduates.
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schottisreisetagebuch · 2 months
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Lanzarote 
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Lanzerote, Arrecife, -Eglesia San Ginés
Das Wunder des Lichts
César Manrique, der Inselarchitekt
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César Manrique, der Inselarchitekt
Ohne ihn läuft hier nichts. Sogar die Kunstwerke, die von Jesús Soto, Paco Curbelo oder José Saramago stammen, sind von César Manrique. In welcher seiner vielen Sprachen er sich auch ausdrückte, Malerei, Architektur, Bildhauerei, Poesie, Gartengestaltung oder Stadtplanung, der Wille, seine Heimat zu einer grandiosen Neuschöpfung aus Kunst und Natur zu formen, bestimmte das Leben des Inselarchitekten. Die „totale Kunst“ bestimmte seinen Anspruch, (äußere) Schönheit mit (innerer) Ruhe in Einklang zu bringen. Dass dabei sein Hang zu Society und Jetset nicht auf der Strecke blieb, lässt sich aus jedem seiner grandiosen Land-Art-Werke herauslesen. Wer war der Wunderknabe, und wie baute er Macht, Kunst und Einfluss auf? Der Devisenbringer ist aus Lanzarote ebenso wenig wegzudenken, wie Lava und Licht. Der vielseitig Begabte machte sich beides zu nutze. Ob in den abstrakten Gemälden, den omnipräsenten, farbenfrohen Skulpturen, die sich mit oder gegen den Wind drehen, und die Straßen ebenso prägen wie die aufsehenerregenden architektonischen Entwürfe – seine Arbeiten verherrlichen die Schönheit der Insel, ihre schroffe Aristokratie und ihre von Feuer und Vulkangestein geprägte Landschaft.
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Fondacion Manrique
César Manrique war Visionär, Diktator und Lebenskünstler, er war Andy Warhol, Fidel Castro und Gunther Sachs in einer Person. Ob Gärten, Museen, Villen, Restaurants, Aussichtswarten, Windspiele oder Landschaftsskulpturen, Manrique hat die Insel geprägt. Wer hat seinen Landsleuten schon den Farbton ihrer Häuser vorgeschrieben. Die Farben Weiß und das spezielle „Manrique-Grün“ gehören zum gesamtheitlichen Konzept. Und die Bewohner, sie ließen sich’s gefallen. Kaum ein Land wurde so nachhaltig von einem Künstler entworfen und geformt, wie Lanzarote, und – der Geniestreich ist gelungen. Es gibt wohl niemanden, der dem widerspricht. Da verwundert es auch nicht, dass sogar der Flughafen den Namen „César Manrique“ trägt. Kaum, dass der glitzernde Ferienvogel den Boden der Insel berührt, werden die Passagiere darauf hingewiesen, in wessen Hand sie sich befinden. Und wenn wir schon beim „Verkehr“ sind: Auf den Straßen fahren Autos, deren Lackierung eines der knallbunten Gemälde aus des Meisters Werkstatt zeigt… 
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Arrecife, Autor im Bild
Der Insel-Genius hat mehr erreicht, als je ein Künstler vor ihm. Blickt man auf die wild zerklüftete Küste bei El Golfo oder auf die pittoreske Mischung zwischen dem omnipräsenten schwarzen Lavagestein und dem teilweise aufgeschütteten weißen Sand der Strände – vermutet man sogar hier die Handschrift Manriques. Auch in Sachen Ökologie, Stadtarchitektur und Umweltpolitik stößt man auf seine Einflussnahme. Werbetafeln in- oder ausländischer Konzerne sucht man auf der Insel vergeblich - was einem gar nicht sofort auffällt – genau wie das gänzliche Fehlen von Touristen-Hochburgen oder anderen nicht mehr wieder gut zu machenden Bausünden. Der weitgreifende Kunstanspruch des Ausnahmekünstlers prägt Lanzarote ebenso wie die gewaltigen Vulkankegel. 
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Wundert es, dass sich der umtriebige Herr Architekt nicht nur Freunde gemacht hat? Seine Künstlerkollegen wurden von der Übermacht des Maestros erdrückt, und auch die  Immobiliensachverständigen formierten sich mit der Zeit gegen Manrique, stand der doch bei beinahe jedem zweitem Bauprojekt auf der Bremse – und die Inselregierung folgte ihm. Keinesfalls wollte er zulassen, dass seine geliebte Insel am Altar des Massentourismus geopfert wird. Die ästhetische und ökonomische Integrität Lanzarotes ging ihm über alles. Die mächtigen Geister die er dabei zu Hilfe rief, wurde er bald schon nicht mehr los und je kostbarer die Insel wurde, desto mehr boomte sie auf den internationalen Ferienbörsen. Je exklusiver, desto begehrter. Immer mehr Menschen wollten teilhaben an den Gossip-Geschichten der bunten Illustrierten über das Insel-Lotterleben des Meisters. Die Anzahl der Übernachtungen explodierte, sanfter Tourismus hin oder her. 
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Teguise, Plaza de la Constitución
Der Unfalltod Manriques am 25. September 1992 erschütterte die Insel nachhaltig, von den internationalen Klatschspalten ganz zu schweigen. Sogar das Ende war an Theatralik nicht zu überbieten: Mit seinem Jaguar raste der Inselkaiser auf eine Kreuzung zu, unmittelbar darauf wurde er von einem schweren Geländewagen „abgeschossen“. Schenkt man der Insel-Fama Glauben, schlug die Bau-Mafia zu. Sogar sein Tod bewirkte Erstaunliches: Seither gibt es auf Lanzarote keine Überlandkreuzungen mehr, sie wurden in Kreisverkehre umgewandelt, in deren Mitte zumeist große Mobiles aus des Märtyrers Hand stehen, die sich in die verschiedensten Windrichtungen drehen und wenden. Symbolträchtiger wurde wohl noch keinem Künstler gedacht.
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Villa LagOmar
Die Sehenswürdigkeiten der Insel-Mitte:
César Manrique Fondacion – Das erste Wohnhaus Manriques ist als Museum begehbar. Wer wissen will, was Geschmack bedeutet, muss dorthin.
Arrecive – Hafen und Hauptstadt. Weit mehr als nur Meer-Promenade, Castillo San Gabriel, Islote de Femina und Castillo de San José (inkl. Kunstmuseum)
Teguise – Zauberhafte, ehemalige Inselhauptstadt mit prächtigem Hauptplatz vor der „Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe“, in der eine Christusfigur mit Langhaarperücke schwebt und eine Büste des spanischen Literatur-Nobelpreisträgers steht („Durch seine Gedanken kann der Mensch die Wahrheit entdecken, die verborgen in der Welt umgeht“)
San Bartolomé – Besuchenswerte Stadt in der geografischen Mitte Lanzarotes. Vor dem Rathaus und der Pfarrkirche fühlt man sich um Jahrhunderte zurückversetzt.
Tao – hier und rundum in den Nachbarorten finden die populären Ringkämpfe der Giganten, den „Luchadores“ statt, z.B. in der Arena „Lucha Canaria“ statt. Keinesfalls versäumen!
Villa LagOmar in Nazaret - „Dr. Schiwago“ Omar Sharif kaufte die Traumvilla und verspielte sie noch am selben Abend beim Bridge. Nicht nachahmens- aber empfehlenswert.
El Jable, alttestamentarisch anmutende Sandwüste beim Örtchen Soo.
Die Wunderwelt der spektakulären Gesteinsformationen „Las Grietas“ in den Montana Blanco ist Lanzarotes Antwort auf den „Grand Canyon“ Arizonas.
Surf-Süchtige müssen zum Wind- und Wellenparadies „Caleta de Famara“.
Der „Playa de Matagorda“ ist die Touri-Einflugschneise: Düsenjets zum Anfassen!
El Jable, die Sandwüste – Las Grietas – Stratified City – Caleta de Famara:
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2many-fandomz · 2 years
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ok just random thought. the ghastlyt market stole people from the wunderous soiety for their knacks and made the stealth go after them. But they could have just tooken people with knacks that weren't in wunderous society so it just looked like disapearences that only maybe is related to their knack and only get the stink after their asses and stink is useless. the ghastly market got shut down fast because really because stealth got involed but stealth doesn't do cases that aren't related to the wunderous soiety. so yer.
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Any predictions for silverborn?
Hi! Sorry this took me so long to answer, I realized I didn’t have anything to give you and ended up rereading all three books 😭
But honestly, I don’t have any predictions I’m super confident in. My primary theory is that It Will Make Me Sad. But here are some things I’m sort of hoping for!
It would be fun if “silverborn” was a dragon thing. A type of dragon? A rank among dragons? Not totally sure, but I’m very intrigued by the idea of dragon societies in Nevermoor, considering they have their own language. Silverborn also just sounds like a dragon-y word. Don’t know why, but it has the vibes.
Maybe a “silverborn” is a kid born on Morningtide? In that case, the silverborn would likely be Squall since the book is supposed to focus on his backstory (maybe explaining why he knows the Morningtide’s Child song).
I honestly don’t think it’s related to the Nevermoor Silver District, (feels too obvious) but. I wouldn’t be exactly opposed to seeing Noelle again, now that she lost the trials & has been disgraced etc etc
I want to learn about the Wundrous Art related to mind control! Squall would probably be eager to teach this one, right? Being classically evil and all.
I hope Jack learns about the apprenticeship before Jupiter does. I don’t know how this would work (maybe Jupiter is gone when she gets home? maybe she somehow finds a way to manipulate the Gossamer as a Wundersmith? I don’t want him to lose his knack :( but maybe that?) but I’m curious to see what his reaction will be!!
ALTERNATIVELY: Jupiter knows but doesn’t ask her about it, making her think he doesn’t know, because he isn’t ready to deal with it yet. It’s tough being a single father of two teenagers yknow
Squall should find increasingly strange secluded places to host his lessons with Morrigan. in an abandoned warehouse. in her bedroom in the middle of the night, suddenly appearing without warning. in Cascade Towers. inside a Ghostly Hour. in the middle of a Tricksy Lane. in Crow Manor while they are both on the Gossamer line. in Maud’s office.
Maybe this will be the book we learn Arch’s hair & eye colors! please.
More Wundrous Divinities! specifically, I would love to know what it takes to master Nocturne (if that’s even a thing that happens), since Morrigan seems to have that down pretty well. maybe something to do with the thing she did in Wundersmith when she destroyed a globe through the sheer force of letting wunder go? Or maybe it’s just a matter of control. Maybe it’s, like, a thing you get once you’ve mastered all the other Wundrous Arts? not sure. But I would love to learn!
That’s everything I can think of for now! hope that was satisfactory lol
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