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Leonard and Galena from a Moment Back Then
1/1 by Hulki Okan Tabak, 2023, KnownOrigin
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back to yourself
[4000 x 5000 px] by mellyverdes 2024 1/1
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Meeb or Meow
Returning to sealed.art for the first time since 2023, I'm back with enhanced 3D skills and a refined, minimalist style that still embraces the internetcore and Y2K aesthetics I love. This piece reflects my evolution as an artist, created for contributing on sealed.art that is one of my favorite NFT art markets. Processed with Nomad Sculpt and Procreate.
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The World is Never Turning Back
As a human, there are times when we feel like we want back to the past. Whether to fix a mistake or just want to repeat an event. But... you know it very well that the world is never turning back. 2000 × 1250 / GIF RaptorVz, 2023
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Wild
I was a wildman. At 23 yrs. old, I was spontaneous and reckless. A few years before this photo was taken, I got into a nasty bar fight after my first girlfriend broke up with me after 2 years. Most of the damage was done to myself by myself. I was out partying with my hip-hop crew at the time, Da Hillz Entertainment, to get my mind off the breakup. We started off a Traditions, a dive bar near St. John's University in Queens. We had a great night of drinking and smoking, and on are way back we decided to stop by a local Irish bar near Richmond Hill for more despite being completely hammered already. We ordered beer and went to the back of the bar where they had a pool table. There were some fellas in there kickin' it, and the vibe seemed right at the beginning. One of 'em said they were selling bud so I went into the bathroom with him to check it out (listen, weed was still very illegal back then and we weren't taking chances). So he pulls out this microscopic dime bag of dro and I'm instantly like, "Nah man, I'm good". As soon as we leave the bathroom, his boys were starting to argue with my peoples. Being the drunk idiot that I am, I walk right up to there dude to try to reason with him but they were all coked the fuck up. Before I know it, they started swingin' and I'm pretty sure I got hit with a pool stick because I had to get a couple staples in my head later at the hospital. But the fun didn't end there. After some fists were exchanged, my boys dragged me out of there as I was raving mad, promising to kill each of those fools. Outside the bar, I stupidly took my anger out on the front window with what had to be like a Samoan chop that shattered the window and left a deep cut in my left hand. I was bleeding profusely, but I didn't think the damage was too severe so we went back to my boy's crib. I took my bloody white hoodie off, along with my other crimsoned clothing, then hopped in the shower. After rinsing the blood off, I could tell this wasn't something that was gonna heal on its own so I had my boy drive me to the hospital. I waited in the trauma ward for 11 hours before finally getting stitched up. I had to wear a cast for months, plus shades to cover my black eye. I remember also suffering from really bad allergies and just looking like an absolute mess in class. I've had several similar incidences throughout my 20s, particularly involving excessive drinking. I was an impulsive character and a danger to myself. These aren't the fondest memories for me, but they were important lessons that helped me grow and mature. This photo symbolizes the wildness and spontaneity that characterized my persona.
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'Cause Everything Reminds Me of You
In the record store, a rainy day My thoughts drift back, I can't keep away Every melody, every tune so true Everything reminds me of you I see your face in every song How could a love this deep be wrong? Without you here, the world feels blue 'Cause everything reminds me of you
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garden_simulator.exe
Welcome to Garden Simulator! A calming experience for restless minds. current_level: Silver Garden level_description: this garden is like a glass of cold water during summer heat level_story: "It doesn’t matter that it’s unbearably hot outside, you don’t have to stay there for long. A quick trip to the market and back behind the walls of your garden. High walls of damp moss covered stone, and inside their perimeter miracles and wonders. Cool silvery mist, soft over the wet grass. Whispering leaves and emerald green shadows. Rarest blue roses, icy cold to the touch, covered in shiny water drops. Music in the air. A long day of work ahead, time to plant new seeds today. And in the evening light all the lamps, pour a cup of tea and sit under the darkening sky, watching your quiet garden grow slowly."
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I’m back where the world burned with fire
A continuation of Rebeka's story? No. A return to her 16th birthday, when her world was once again on fire. She faintly remembers that day, for it was the first time she let Black Spectre out of her heart...what happened that day? (Sekiro66: I'll tell you a little bit to make it more interesting for you to see my new artworks :) On her birthday, she found out who was responsible for her sisters death. She saw this entity in person. And because of the overflow of different emotions, her heart lock broke and let the Black Spectre out. Ah, what is it, you ask? Let me remind you that I'm creating a world from 1966-1990 that is full of magic and various paranormal things. There are many different Spectre in this world, and they all have different powers. (Sekiro66: someone has mastered lightning...)