#cantastoria

[inkytoonsblog]

fnaf oc:Cantastoria

After watching fnaf:security breach,not only I got back to fnaf fandom but also fell in love with Freddy again!

Dilf,himbo & the best father figure to Gregory & to all of us!

Cantastoria is a doll animatronic a.i that is the muse of princess quest,2nd ally to Gregory & Freddy,she is more than meets the eye.....

Bonus:of x Canon ship

Oc(c)me

Fnaf:security breach (c) Scott Cawthon,Scottgames

[krulbert]

A few pages from a tiny - let’s say - book I made at school last year. I chose about three 18th century (?) cantastoria songs and combined them into one story, which I then illustrated.

It seems these songs weren’t a thing in Anglo-Saxon countries. I don’t know though.

I like what wikipedia says about it:  “...it served as sensationalist quasi-news about murder, fires, death, affairs, sex scandals and the like.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantastoria

And for those of you, who can speak Czech: http://www.spalicek.net/

[minister-erik]

EM-151116-NYC-001 by ERIK MCGREGOR Via Flickr: MUSICIAN - Composition Tuesday © Erik Mc Gregor - [email protected] - 917-225-8963

[danielduford]

Image from "The Foot" a Bread and Puppet Theater cantastoria. Part of the invigorating workshop at Reed College today. #breadandpuppettheater #cantastoria #reedcollege

[thomasboguszewski]

Blair Thomas - Hard Headed Heart

I got the chance to see the amazing Blair Thomas perform Hard Headed Heart at In the Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theatre.  Heard Headed Heart is made up of three of the artist's solo pieces.

First, Mr. Thomas performed "The Puppet Show of Don Cristobal" which is a raunchy and violent throwback to Punch and Judy-style puppet shows.  He makes a lot of innovative choices in the technical and poetic front.  For example, he wears a façade/costume that can transform from one character to another with a single spin. Second, he performs his interpretation of "Saint James Infirmary" —which features unique marionettes, a story scroll, and live jazz orchestration which Thomas provides as a one-man-band with the help of a loop pedal. If you think Saint James Infirmary sounds exciting, you're in luck!  A performance of the act has been filmed and put online by Banners and Cranks, a traveling Cantastoria festival developed by Clare Dolan (who is also the Chief Operating Philosopher of the Museum of Everyday Life Watch Saint James Infirmary in 3 parts right here!

Third, Mr. Thomas performed one of the most amazing works of moving-object-theatre I've ever seen.  "The Blackbird" is based on Wallace Stevens' book of poetry "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird."  The Blackbird is made of four side-by-side story scrolls which are backlit and double as shadow screens.  Art is painted on the story scrolls in such a way that, at times, the four images form one panorama, at other times, each scroll is a panel in a living comic book.  The rhythmic shifting and scrolling of the images creates an animated feel.  Meanwhile, Thomas interacts with the images on screen using his own shadow, shadow puppet figures, and even shadow puppet speech balloons.  Stevens' poetry is presented in occasional text boxes so that the only sound is the beautiful and contemplative background music created by the band Aurea. Images of The Blackbird are hard to come by online, but Blair Thomas sells a very unique book, hand-printed, made with photos of the show in action as well as transparent pages, poems, and an audio cd hidden in the cover, that tries to capture the feeling of the show. Of course, nothing can compare with seeing these performances in person.  So I highly recommend you look to see where Blair Thomas and Hard Headed Heart are going to strike next, and get yourself some tickets.

[minaficent]

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Ich sehe uns im Spiegel,  Höre Schnee wie Watte fallen,  Und ich fühle, wie Du strahlst,  Die Uhr ist unser Richter,  Sie verkündet lei's das Ende als Du  Herzen an das matte Fenster malst.

Wir haben sieben Tage  Zwischen Federn, unter Flocken,  In der Finsternis verbracht,  Das Sonnenlicht verleugnet,  Den Hunger an uns selbst gestillt  Und sieben Nächte durchgewacht.

Wir haben uns mit Funken  Des Mondes eingekleidet  Und die Stunden umgekehrt,  Die Finger und die Seelen  So fest es ging verwoben und die  Körper wie ein Feuer ausgezehrt.

Diese, meine Hände  Sind von jetzt an ewig Dein,  Sie sind da um Dich zu stützen,  Dich zu halten, stark zu sein,  Über deinen Schlaf zu wachen,  Deine Träume zu entfachen,  Ganz egal wie schwer die Last des Lebens  Auf den Schultern wiegt.

Diese, meine Hände  Heben Dich empor, hinauf,  jeden noch so kalten Morgen  Richten sie mich wieder auf,  Um stets neben Dir zu stehen,  Jeden Weg mit Dir zu gehen,  Ganz egal wohin uns die Geschichte  Mit den Jahren führt.

Diese Hände öffnen jede  Tür und jedes Tor,  Und sie lieben Dich mit jedem  Tag mehr als am Tag zuvor,  Nur um für Dein Glück zu ringen,  Deine Sorgen zu bezwingen,  Sind sie Schlüssel, Schwert und Kissen,  Sind die Mantel, Speer und Schild.

Diese Hände teilen jedes  Meer und jedes Land,  In den Furchen diese Hände  Steht dein Name eingebrannt,  Keine Grenzen, keine Mauern  Können Liebe überdauern;  Jene, die kein Halten kennen,  Wird kein Ende jemals trenne