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Rigoletto

Rigoletto The technology used in Rigoletto, by Giuseppe Verdi, was what I could only call a beautiful display of artwork. Most of the works were done with pulleys and strings, which I found very interesting. It was nice to see that even in the days before technology people had the artistic mindset to brings inanimate objects to life. Since I can only watch modern, or more modern, versions of the opera, I will never be able to know the true work and effort that it took to prepare such works without technology. However, if the adaptations of the opera are as similar as I like to think in terms of art work and costumes it makes perfect sense as to why the opera was such a hit performance. Imagine a life without technology, where what you can do as a person and what you can see as a person are incredibly limited compared to modern times. When modern society sees an opera and all of the work put into it, very easily do they take such works for granted because of the things we are

Absinthe needle

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I am not very good at art and I was not able to make the need match up to the spoon or merge the picture together. I am sorry but I simply don't know how. My picture is the two end of a needle with an absinthe spoon replacing the middle. I used an absinthe spoon because the thought of the alcohol attracted me, and the effects of the drug sounded like a medication. In the baroque era, absinthe was a popular spirit among the higher class. the alcohol concentrate is as high as 70-80%. Fancy folk would use the spoons to put a code pf sugar in it, dip it inside the tea, and light the sugar for fire before putting it back in. Their are tales of people having hallucinations while consuming the spirit, for a time it was illegal in the U.S. even after prohibition. After scientists deemed it safe it was made legal again but is still lethal is drank straight.  The needle represents how this drink could kill you. Or how you could kill yourself with the drug. They inject this poison