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Art Deco Bust of a Woman
chromed bronze
c. 1950
Franz Hagenauer
Vienna Austria

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This striking sculpture is a modernist stylized female head created by Austrian artist Franz Hagenauer for Werkstätte Hagenauer Wien around the mid-20th century. Crafted from nickel-plated or chromed brass and metal featuring graceful, abstracted facial features. Adorned with distinct, sweeping looped ribbon curls that form an elegant stylized hairstyle. Mounted on a rectangular metallic base with the characteristic impressed manufacturer hallmarks on the underside. Franz Hagenauer (Vienna 1906 - 1986 Vienna) Franz Hagenauer was the younger brother of Karl Hagenauer, with whom he took over his father's workshop, founded in 1898, in the second generation. After Franz Hagenauer discovered his interest in artistic activities at the age of twelve during a youth course with Franz Cizek at the School of Arts and Crafts, he studied sculpture with Anton Hanak and metalwork with Josef Hoffmann at the same school from 1921. Over the course of his life, his artistic work increasingly focused on sculptural activities and his works, which were mostly made of sheet brass, as well as his expressive bronze torsos, can be attributed to great artistic skill. Similar to his brother's designs, a reduction of ornamentation and a focus on clear forms and contours became increasingly apparent. Thanks to numerous international commissions, the workshop was also very successful far beyond the borders of Europe. Early on, Franz Hagenauer provided designs for the Hagenauer Werkstätte and was represented at the Paris World Exhibition (1925) with works for the exhibition space. Franz Hagenauer became a member of the Kunstschau and took part in the Venice Biennale in 1934. After the war, the variety of materials was expanded and new motifs were created, some of them in wood. In 1950, Franz Hagenauer was awarded the Prize for Applied Arts of the City of Vienna. Hagenauer died in 1986, and the workshop closed shortly after.
August 22, 2026 at 5:13 PM
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Lesia isn't within their grasp by the time it arrives, clutching at dead air, limbs flailing in crescents as if in mock embrace, as if miming romance or the kind of sweaty stuff that came up when the choker would OD her, so that she'd have to apply for fresh temperance licensing or else be isolated so hard it would be hard to call her a professional at much but lying around daydreaming. She's at their six, cut between them, and the surprised third Feral is offstep, runs right into a chromeplated knee slamming into him with the severity of a Shin Five Zero standard checkin; he lifts off like a rocket, crumples into where the doorhatch, blasted open, juts at a sharp angle. Spine first and Chére sees the body twist and fall. https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-12 As if on cue the kunoichi's eyes drop, and she quietens up; a languorous yet lazy wave of her hand ges- tures that she has something else to do, spiral elliptic in the weak light of Shin HQ. The chünin watching this go down realizes that this is above his pay grade-must've, for he's silent too, baring only with an arch of his eyebrow that he's waiting for the pair to leave. As Lesia's question catches up to him he shrugs. "It's about time. As a R3plikoid you wouldn't understand. You don't know you can be off until you're off. To be human is to know you can and will be off. Not on. Not present in yourself." He rolls his shoulders again. "When the daylight goes this place isn't safe. It's loaded to the brim with black ice. We've rigged it with the most demonic stuff you can think of. What we call terror? We monopolize it. We own it. We are the night." https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-12 "Your weapons are nonoperational here, right," she says to make conversation. "In my world we call them armata. It's true. There's a dry socket, a hollow where I should feel the use function." Chére nods. "That makes sense. Shin told us there's no white ice here." Staring out over the abyssal which is walled in to keep out the Nukeworld Frontiers- the walls had been black and covered with etchings and sigils, as if the night sky had fallen around them. We are locked in, she thinks, with the mooncredits, and all the hauntings that come with that. Not so much locked in as a reverse gravitational attraction; the walls only do so much. We draw the moon credits towards us like flies to rancid meat. That's why the mallform is growing so fast. https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-12 What she says next is a whisper that Chére has to strain to hear through the hologram field. "There are grids beyond the Grid. You know that, right?" She gestures to Lesia. "I'm not talking about your precious parallax. What I mean is that there are worlds other than this. We follow similar patterns but all remain distinct." She turns her back on Chére. "Never would've figured you for a Parallax chaser. Take it up with the Ferals. You'd get along." "I can't," Chére says, "because my Parallax friend imploded one with a reverse gravity well." A long silence stretches then. Ivory crosses her arms. "I'm only here because I was selling to you. If you hadn't asked they never would've known. They didn't book you because you fit into their plans just roaming around undecked. How does that make you feel?" She glances over her shoulder at the R3plikoid. "Respect, I guess." https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-12
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