"You're not going to go through it alone this time." Know that wherever you've gone, wherever you wander; there is a home and a person that waits for you still. (June, 2024)
They know you, they see you, their eyes are peering through the cracks and they follow your every move. To hide is but futile, they will have you...
I Think Women and Seamen Don't Mix. You know who said this qoute? Oil color and digital both.
"This world was made to have me in it." One would think her crazy, even delusional. However upon witnessing her life, all those doubts dissipated. It truly was as if she was born to live in luxury. Although, is this something to proclaim so proudly? To have something given to you before you know you even desire it? To have to work for nothing when you do desire? To know no matter what you do, no matter what idiotic decision you make, it will all somehow work in your favor? It might seem like a dream come true. However, at some point, she must realize her abysmal lack of free will, the inevitability of any of her actions, and the melancholic dissatisfaction of her achievements. Truly, at some point, one must realize... that she is nothing more than Fate's favorite slave...
I'm at my breaking point; I don't know how much longer I can take this. Every day it gets worse. It doesn't feel real to me, I do not feel real. I have no idea who I am. People have high expectations of me, and I don't want to let them down. How can I tell them? What if I don't make it?
blood on pillow and one bruised eye, watching him leave me. i know my lies could not make you believe. there is no love for me in this world. this artwork was created in ArtSet and edited in ProCreate 2800x2818
「あの...はい...」 「本当ですか...」 「でも、実際にはタトゥーではないんですよ... もしかしたら雷の印なのかもしれませんね...」 「全然、私はそれを軽んじていないと思います」 「...」 "Ano...hai..." "Really?..." "But really, you should know it's not a tattoo... "Maybe it's a sign of kaminari ne..." "At all, I wouldn't think to dismiss it." "..."
The "Angels of Life and Deaths" are fickle. so we can't know when they will leave there. 2480 3508 300 png 22/01/12
As twilight casts its gentle glow I sit and watch the world below A quiet peace, my heart does know In this moment, time moves slow In solitude, I find release A bittersweet and gentle peace The stars emerge as daylight fades Whispers of the night serenade I take a breath, let thoughts unwind In this stillness, solace I find The road ahead feels bittersweet Memories linger, but I'm complete
"The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again." (c)The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft 7680x4320px. Pure math fractals. Code-based. 2024 Software: Apophysis 7X
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
『混沌から綻ぶ』 生命の航海にて、未知の領域を求めて 微妙で深遠な変化を味わいながら 時間と光景、四季のめぐりによって投げられ 変容の舞台が広がっている 夜が日の鮮やかな色彩の中に降り注ぐ時 混沌が押し寄せ、私たちが知る全てを覆い隠す すべてが恐れの混乱に引き込まれ 影の中で、静けさが広がっていった 深淵の中で努力し、棘の中を進んでいく 混沌は収束し、独自の優雅さを見つける 再び花開く、明るく希望に満ちた場所が 深淵を突き進み、困難に立ち向かう なぜなら、この混沌の舞台で、私たちの光は再び現れるから "Blossoming from Chaos" Upon life's voyage, seeking realms unknown, Savoring changes, subtle and profound, Time and scenes, through seasons they are cast, A dance of transformation all around. When night descends midst vibrant hues of days, Chaos engulfs, obscuring all we know, Everything is drawn into fear's dismay, In shadows' grasp, a tranquil silence grew. In abyss we strive, amidst thorns we progress, For chaos converges, finds its own grace, Rebirth awaits, from tangled paths we bless, Once more it blooms, a bright and hopeful place. Through the abyss we forge, and hardships bear, For in this dance of chaos, our light will reappear. digital 2447×3557pixel 123hr40min
Inspired by online interactions and conversations, this is a hand-painted acrylic portrait of my friend, M0bius. I then used Runwayml to animate it and bring the image to life. I have never met or seen M0bius in the physical realm, but I know the value of our connection.
Inspired by online interactions and conversations, this is a hand-painted acrylic portrait of my friend, Jas. I then used Runwayml to animate it and bring the image to life. I have never met or seen Jas in the physical realm, but I know the value of our connection.
Mota Mota was originally Latom, but as luck would have it turned into Mota Mota instead. This art piece shows that world in full; What you see is what you get. But of course, as is with all my pieces, even if you can see it all, does not mean you can know it all. Those vast peaks elude a fair bit of the eye to a wildness untamed. 49152x3072px
I still remember what happened that day and that moment. The more time passes, the more you become in my memory It's sparkling. In the end, I became an adult without being able to board that ship. What was beyond that shine? There's no way to know that anymore.
Does an object possess a soul? Consider a phone. Sometimes it seems to harbor its own emotions, faltering when it should function flawlessly. Or a painting? Rare, yet capable of transmitting feelings you feel good you scare and you feel very good. It beckons you to explore its beauty and madness. Like eyes, they too appear to hold a soul, except when gazing upon lifeless forms. Perhaps it’s not a matter of possession but of connection. Art yearns for connection with our gaze we breath life into them So, I don't know. In the quiet spaces between you and my art in your screen Can you give life to my creation and make it complete? Is there a soul within ordinary objects?
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.
Inspired by online interactions and conversations, this is a hand-painted acrylic portrait of my friend, Stubby. I then used Runwayml to animate it and bring the image to life. I have never met or seen Stubby in the physical realm, but I know the value of our connection.
You know she's gonna burn down everything. She's an arsonist in her pastime. Jenk - 2024
This is a derivative work of Luv-san's work entitled "Luv Luna LOVE!!!" It features the beloved Luv-chan and Sakura-san's Luna-chan, original characters. It was created amid the much anticipated ETH fork and minted shortly after. Together Luv-chan and Luna-chan share a strong relationship and are the best of friends. Spending time with one another merges their interests as they get to know one another. Perusing Twitter among the best Japanese NFT artists helps me grow as a person, collector, and artist. I am thankful to what they have to offer as a community, and I thank Luv-san and Sakura-san for allowing a humble person as myself to recreate their original characters in this work. (ありがとうございました🙇.) I like to think of this project as a study that grew the artist in me. As a signature of the wan style, the panting breath had to be included. Sorry Sakura-san! Luv: Twitter @luvluv_eth Foundation @luvluvvox Sakura: Twitter @NFT0226 Foundation @arinosakura 5626x7501 360 ppi