...diophantine balance simplified by approximation of upper and lower forms...
Through skin, texture, and light, memory, desire, and the quiet poetry of presence are revealed.
We can hear the breath of nature because nature is life, love, and healing. Is there anything in nature more beautiful than a woman who plants her roots deeply enough to bring forth strong branches and green leaves? Like a majestic tree, she offers shelter to all who seek her. She loves and is loved, nurtures, and is nurtured. Dimension: 5500*6500
I born from the storm-god’s brow, fully armed. Arms lift into gold; yellow cloth falls as the aegis of craft and cunning. In teal silence, wisdom forges the victory that needs no sword.
Sin of Return Marith faces the sea where all the sisters once emerged. Every sin eventually returns to the water. Her sin is closing the circle.
She is in a parallel world.
Every time I stood, every time I endured the fall, a fragment of light was added to my glow. I learned how to shine... within the darkness.
Try holding an armful of flowers without crushing a single petal or dropping a single bloom, and you’ll realize that behind every beautiful, fragile moment in our lives, there are hands that reached out just in time to keep us from falling. None of us is an 'island.' Our resilience isn't just our own doing; it’s the result of the invisible support from those by our side. We often don't notice when we’re being 'caught' because those who do it aren’t looking for recognition. These people create a safe space where we can afford to be fragile. Life is a constant shift of roles. We were always the ones being supported, but today, our hands might be the only thing keeping someone else from falling—becoming the anchor for someone who has stumbled. Cherish those who build the bridges while we walk across them. After all, life only becomes truly beautiful when there is someone to whom you can say: 'Thank you for holding me up.'"
she sank beneath the lilies, where the water learned her face. the deeper she diseppeared, the more she became the water.
somewhere between innocence and hunger, a litte creature found its feast.
this is a pfp designed for my beautiful friend <3
Your love gives me eternal peace.
A soul in ecstatic transformation.
Kindness can travel through a screen and still feel close. These open hands are my answer to everyone who has given my work their time and care. You’ve made this journey feel a little less lonely. This is my way of reaching back.
A quiet surrender to softness, where silence lingers like a dream and emotion moves gently beneath the surface. Ethereal, intimate, and suspended somewhere between memory and imagination.
She was not a secret that had been hidden. She was a secret that chose to stay hidden, and that is what made her worth seeing.
My father's fading memory was the quiet beginning of this work. Watching someone you love slowly lose access to their own memories changes the way you think about preservation. It made me question everything we try to keep. Photographs. Objects. Archives. Even our own bodies. We often believe that preserving something means protecting it from disappearance. But memory doesn't survive because it is stored. It survives because it is carried. The flowers were frozen in ice as an attempt to hold onto something already destined to change. Yet the ice melts, the flowers fade, and every archive eventually gives way to time. What remains is not the object itself, but the imprint it leaves within us. Perhaps memory has never been something we keep. Perhaps it has always been something we become.
Graceful, thoughtful, and forever trying to keep the scales from tipping.
The first bite of digital belief.
Flowers often symbolize purity and renewal, yet here they carry traces of something more unsettling. This self-portrait explores the tension between tenderness and pain, where beauty doesn't erase vulnerability but grows alongside it. The crimson marks become quiet reminders that every bloom carries a history, and every scar can exist without diminishing grace.
In a hidden corner where silence blooms like petals in the shade, she rests in harmony with the wild. A fleeting moment of softness and serenity, untouched by time.
Tonight I’m working the night shift; surrounded by suspicious trees, some bones, and a little blood. Please don’t contact me until the end of October.
Palm farmers light fires among the date palm trees, using the smoke to drive away insect pests and protect the palms from infestation. _ ✳️ This photo was taken with Canon 70D camera , in 2024 📷 - Photographer: ArashSahra - Dimensions: 3000*4000 ( jpg ) - Location: Shiraz / fars province , Iran _ License Extended Editorial: Can be used to display privately, or in commerical settings, or in groups with an unlimited number of participants. The License includes unlimited use and display in virtual or physical galleries, documentaries, and essays by NFT holder. Provides norights to create commerical merchandise, commerical distribution, or derivate works. Copyright,IP rights, and reproduction rights of the NFT remain with the creator/artist. This image will only be minted once as a limited-edition artwork on the Tezos blockchain and no other editions of this blockchain or any other.
Paper Brides, a community project dedicated to victims of domestic abuse.
What begins as frustration can become a movement.
Between sleep and silence, a body becomes part of the light. A soft, intimate meditation on stillness, vulnerability, and the dreamlike space between presence and absence.
October and the abyss,something enormous learned how to feel at home. beneath the falling leaves,wrapped itself around the quiet,stayed long enough to become part of the room. - 50.50 cm/ acrylic & ink on canvas - Matak / Sep 2026
Suspended between gravity and grace, the body becomes an architecture of balance, a living expression of tension and grace. Every tension holds a quiet harmony, every curve – a fragile equilibrium. In stillness, movement breathes.
...new day new you...
...the crack in the skin's surface is covered with the snakes of the universe...
Between one breath and the next, the body tells stories that language cannot hold. This series explores stillness not as the absence of motion, but as its deepest expression. Every gesture becomes a meditation, every curve a line of quiet poetry. In surrendering to gravity, the body discovers another form of freedom.
Between one breath and the next, the body tells stories that language cannot hold. This series explores stillness not as the absence of motion, but as its deepest expression. Every gesture becomes a meditation, every curve a line of quiet poetry. In surrendering to gravity, the body discovers another form of freedom.
Additional art for “The way”
She is confident in herself. She is brave and curious. There are a lot of adventures, ups and downs on her way. She is explorer on her brave iron horse in this endless cosmic space. There’s no way back, only forward. This is the way. Collector of this art gets animated version which I’ll airdrop to the collector’s tezos wallet. And I have 18+ version of this art (optional, only if you wish).
Suddenly, the great roots of night grow from the soul of you and again emerges what within you is hidden.
In the quiet embrace of fading sunlight, she sits suspended between shadow and warmth, delicate as a forgotten melody, soft as a dream not yet faded.
This piece is a quiet celebration of becoming. A year ago, my body gave life to another human being. Since then, I have learned that motherhood is made not only of beginnings, but of transformation - of letting parts of yourself drift away so something new can take root. Like seeds carried by the wind, love continues long after the flower has changed. On July 30, my son turns one year old. To celebrate this day, I'm sharing this photograph as a gift - a quiet reminder that every ending carries the beginning of something new.
As if I no longer belong to the Earth. That invisible, eternal force ... the one that binds us to the soil, to history, to our bodies, and to all the “musts” has surrendered in this very moment. When no force pulls you downward anymore, you suddenly realize you have spent your entire life carrying an invisible weight: the weight of expectations, attachments, identities, and even the weight of the “self” itself. Are we truly alive as long as we remain anchored to the ground?
Chasing light...
Inspired with Resurrection by Giotto
There is no green plants yet which would say about the spring. But some moments say about the upcoming warmth. It’s kitties sunbathing. Nothing can distract them from enjoying the sun.
Inspired with Lamentation by Giotto
I feel something inside. It buzzes and doesn’t give me calmness. It’s the most disgusting but at the same time alive part of personality. It’s a watcher with these big honest eyes who will survive everywhere.
If you love me, do not pick me As though I am a flower that has just bloomed So you can marvel at my natural beauty In the comfort of your small room Where I sit in a pretty vase on the table Or underneath glass bounded by a frame You only show what you want to see of me As if I am wild flower that you have tamed
They could be Dryads - spirits of the forest, born from bark and light, resting where the wildflowers grow and time forgets to move. Their skin holds the warmth of a thousand suns, their bodies woven into the earth like roots, like rituals. Bare, unashamed, untouched by the noise of the modern world, only wind, shadow, and silence brush against them. Perhaps they are daughters of Persephone, half-bloomed, half-lost, waiting for the world to soften. Or maybe they are the goddesses before names were given, pure presence, pure nature, pure myth.
Such is the fate of humankind: To turn into the very canvas of the gods, To bear upon his body the hues of the universe, And in a silent darkness deep, To stand as a living, breathing epic of life!
Betty, the little bat-kitty, once abandoned but never defeated. With her tiny wings of spirit, she turns shadows into sweetness.
It's time to unleash the light within. It's time to share it to defeat the darkness.
"A dark mother rises from blooming dusk, serpents curling to her touch as her third eye pierces the veil of mortal fear." "The Nocturne of Lilith" 1/1 Digital Hand-drawn 3500 x 4700px
Between wings and wounds, she exhales the city; its noise dissolving into smoke, its weight settling quietly beneath her skin, where tenderness and decay learn to coexist. -22.19 cm - Oil color and mixed media on cardboard Matak - Jun 2026
The deep opened its endless arms, and she answered not with fear, but with a slow, knowing dance, drown in the ethereum dream, as if she had always belonged to its silence. - Oil color on canvas / 22.19 cm - Matak / May 2026 - - Details: Drowned Dancer, maybe mesmerized by the magic of the Ethereum diamond, drowning but happily dance, wishing to reach the dreamy diamond. The worried rose, symbol of her consciousness, try to yelling under the water but her sound will never reach to the dancer , even tries to stand to reach her but she can't get far from her roots. Lantern, maybe the last hope, maybe in the final moments can attract the dancer to avoid her drowning in the Ethereum dream. The missing Crypto Punk, sign of the missing real characters behind the avatar, who can find itself in a world that your pfp is more valuable than true yourself? The quaker Pepe, sad with no hope, just watching the drowned dancer, maybe he was a mankind thag metamorphosed to a pepe after chasing the Ethereum diamond dream ... Fried egg, fried under the water, hot, hot as the fever of the chasing for Ethereum. Happy Elephant, playing with bubble and don't know whats going on around her, just have the dream of fly, not dream for the Ethereum. Dream Fishes, sing of the miracles, the miracle that could be happening in every moments of our life to save us.
The waves gently rise over my skin, on my face, on my throat, on my heart... I have reached my shore, right here... right on my heart.
This is unique moment, when the familiar self has ended and nothingness has not yet dared to become a new self. And within this liminal space - the sharpest, the most solitary and the most dazzling beauty which consciousness can live through. Who knows…is it the end of the way or it’s beginning of something new…
A poetic interplay of light, shadow, and blossoms, suspended in a tranquil moment.
Not alive enough to remember spring, Not alive enough to remember spring, not dead enough to be free of pain. I remain in a quiet in-between where the soul, slowly and in silence,
Me still learning memes...
Suspended between blue silence and amber warmth, the light does not reveal, it awakens. A quiet moment where darkness chooses to confess.
In the boundless expanses, among the stars and dreamy clouds. digital painting
digital painting • 2026
Peonies blooming in the sun - beauty is everywhere! Fragments of a personal archive, yet they belong to something larger: the everyday poetry of existence. Photographer: Aida Boldeanu Supply: 10 editions Location: Prague
Modern Mermaid - touch grass!
She does not ask to be saved. She holds the fire herself.
In the darkness, she becomes both fragile and holy.
There's nothing like traveling, meeting new people, seeing new sceneries, especially learning from and about locals. Fragments of a personal archive, yet they belong to something larger: the everyday poetry of existence. Photographer: Aida Boldeanu Supply: OE Location: Poland
Perhaps God condemned Venus and sent her down to Earth, or perhaps Venus was chosen. Either way, Venus was touched by God. This is my narrative of these two works. I am in love with storytelling. The Birth of Venus by Botticelli & The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo. The Hora on the right, dressed in a robe filled with flowers, shows that when divine love (Venus) enters the world, it must be accepted within the framework of social and moral order — symbolized by clothing and the act of covering the body.
Take me back to where we started from.
Sin of Desire Neritha is the goddess of attraction. Her hands reach toward the world the way the tide reaches the shore. Desire is her language and her power.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops
the eyes are the mirror of the soul. the steadfastness of the gaze sometimes conceals the truth. observe and read deeper.
D-N-A The code Which showed God that to be Is to be constrained, Just so finely, As to become better for it. Written in his Little Book of Proof, Cited by nobody.
Cracked shell whispers, then a cheer, A tiny voice rings loud and clear, "HAPPY EASTER!!!" fills the sky, As colors dance and spirits fly. This NFT is a high-quality digital artificial generated art picture (4096x4096 PX - 26,9 MB).
Portrait of Asal taken in 2025 1/1
This drop is about movement. About turning vision into scale, ideas into action, and presence into impact. Your support becomes the push forward.
It's a losing game. - Created in Cinema 4D 3134 x 2000 px
...a light breeze blowing from under the wings of a butterfly... THEORY OF WAVES : — THE FIRST WAVE — THE SECOND WAVE — THE THIRD WAVE — holders of all 3 pieces of THEORY OF WAVES will receive a THEORY OF WAVES gift
... sparks ignite the fire of passion… THEORY OF WAVES : — THE FIRST WAVE — THE SECOND WAVE — THE THIRD WAVE — holders of all 3 pieces of THEORY OF WAVES will receive a THEORY OF WAVES gift
Suspended between gravity and grace, the body becomes an architecture of balance, a living expression of tension and grace. Every tension holds a quiet harmony, every curve – a fragile equilibrium. In stillness, movement breathes.
One of the types of broom that grows on the slopes of Mount Vesuvius -Spartium junceum or Scented Broom- Nikon Coolpix L820 15.3 mm f/8.6 1/1600 sec. ISO 125 EXP 0 4608x3456 px DPI 300
This is the certificate of owning the physical art named “Rebirth”
مرگ بر جمهوری اسلامی!
A pause where nothing is named, and everything is felt
freedom = to live in peace Pourandokht ( Boran-dokht): Daughter of Khosrow II (Khosrow Parviz), she is recorded as the first female monarch in Iranian history (Sasanian Empire, around 630 AD). She ascended the throne during a period of great turmoil and worked to restore peace and stability to the country.
The secret to ascent is to never look down. Always look above you.
This work depicts a woman with a body made of snowflakes, rescued from the fate of melting and vanishing by Santa's winged sleigh, allowing her to return to the sky and remain suspended between transience and eternity. Merry Christmas. . Physical and collage with ai
Created with MJ + Luma AI
"The gift of light and illumination #2" A special gift to friends, supporters and collectors for 2025. Happy holidays friends! Thank you all for your love and support in my artistic journey in the web3 space. all of You support me to create new art every day. I hope 2026 will be a good and creative year for all . of This is a physical painting with mixed media collage techniques on cardboard. Dimensions 35450*4735 PX File size: 47 MB Resolution: 300 DPI Size 301*40 cm Khatoon 2025
Dear friend, As a sign of my deep appreciation for your unwavering support, I wanted to share with you something close to my heart: "Hope for the Future" This digitalpaint is symbol of beautiful moments that bring hope to us, like New Year's Eve... Moments when we as humans grow closer, love each other more, create beautiful memories together, and envision a bright future ahead of us. Your kindness and encouragement have been a constant source of strength for me, and I am truly grateful. Thank you for being part of my journey. With love and gratitude, Nahaal
It seemed as if she had suddenly been released, A gravity like a rope pulling her down, Into the abyss, where the end was nothingness, And returning from it took a lifetime. At the very last moment of disconnection, When she was about to give in, She saw his hand Emerging from the chaos of thunder and mist, Reaching out to grasp her. From the tremor of thunder on his wet skin, He could either bring her back to life Or take her away. (Animated watercolor painting, with my music and sound effects)
behind the eyes. no human noise. the story of innocent creatures experiencing and making magic.
Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, celebrated on December 25th with joy, gift-giving, decorated pine trees, and family gatherings. A symbol of love, peace, and hope! 🎄❤️
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I shot this portrait through a wet glass surface to add a natural layer of texture and mood. The water drops helped break the clean symmetry and made the gaze feel more intimate and raw. I used only natural light to keep the tones soft and avoid harsh shadows. The shirt was wrapped around her head intentionally to frame the face and guide the viewer’s focus directly to the eyes. No artificial effects—just camera, light, and patience.
the woman is hidden in vague and mysterious shadows, like a spirit standing between moments in time. The soft lines of her shoulders intertwine with grace and delicacy, while her gaze is cast far away, as if fixed on another world. The surrounding darkness creates a dreamy, blurred atmosphere, ready to dissolve into an illusion at any moment. This moment is filled with deep silence and a hidden force, a force that says nothing yet holds everything within.
She let the darkness rest on her curves, and it felt like a lover’s touch.
Snow swallows sound, and time drifts between memory and forgetting... *** Photography Canon EOS 5D Mark II EF 50mm f/1.2L USM January 2017
This piece captures a moment of gentle connection between a haloed figure and a small, crowned bird. Set against a textured lime-green background, the artwork blends sketch-like linework with bold, abstract splashes of primary colors and geometric symbols. The composition suggests a sacred dialogue, portraying a world where divinity is found in the simple act of holding and honoring a fellow creature.
She lies as if childhood never ended... ----- My hand drawing pencil pencil and charcoal on paper and output with Photoshop.. #graintez
"The game played by two brothers at the station under the snow. I really liked it when I saw it from afar. A frame that warms me up on such a cold day..." Artist : Mustafa Erbaş Edition : 20/20 Size : 5184 x 3456 Resolution : 300 dpi Location : Samsun / Türkiye License: Primary NFT holder is free to use in advertising, display privately and in groups, including virtual galleries, documentaries, and essays by the holder of the NFT, as long as the creator is credited. Provides no rights to create commercial merchandise, commercial distribution, or derivative works. Copyright remains with the creator.
Blooming in the Dark is about finding your own inner light in spite of, rather than thanks to, your circumstances. It is about the idea that "the darkness" (crisis, pain, or lack of resources) is not an obstacle on the path to our happiness. And that "blooming" does not happen on its own; it demands a decision: to become a victim of circumstances or the creator of your own transformation. To bloom in the dark means to refuse to wait for ideal conditions and to start generating your own radiant energy right now. It is a declaration that the most beautiful and resilient versions of ourselves are often forged not in the sun, but in the deepest shadows.
the spirit of the past, present and future found you on a cold day and forced you to see.
Imagine! Is the light within us a reflection of our shadow, or are we the shadow and the light our reflection? Are we light or darkness? -digital hand painted-
A glitch inspired aesthetic experiment on wintertime euphoria. Method: Collage, Composite, AI.
This Christmas these two birds will be together🤍 Because Christmas is always about warmth and the ones you want to be close to🥰 Merry Christmas! 🎄
Mandala
#OBJKT4OBJKT
Mandala
Dualism is a religious view according to which the world and existence are based on two independent principles. These principles can be understood as cooperating, complementary, or hostile to each other.
Chuang Tzu was a philosopher in ancient China who, one night, went to sleep and dreamed that he was a butterfly. He dreamt that he was flying around from flower to flower, and while he was dreaming, he felt free, blown about by the breeze hither and thither. He was quite sure that he was a butterfly. But when he awoke, he realised that he had just been dreaming and that he was really Chuang Tzu dreaming he was a butterfly. But then Chuang Tzu asked himself the following question: "Was I Chuang Tzu dreaming I was a butterfly or am I now really a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu. License: The primary NFT holder is free to use it in advertising, display it privately and in groups, including virtual galleries, the metaverse, social media, documentaries, and essays, as long as the creator is credited. No rights to change or create derivative works are granted. No commercial use or distribution is allowed. Copyright remains with the artist. This license applies to all pieces in this collection.
This is a moment when form is no longer a boundary. The dragonfly becomes a symbol of transition, soul memory, and movement between layers of existence. It arrives not from outside, but from a deeper field where time dissolves. The hand reaches not to possess, but to allow connection. Transformation here is gentle , like a flash of light, like a comet passing through consciousness and leaving a permanent trace.
Winter came and I gave you the warmth of my being, what I got was your icy heart. Size: 3000x3000 px Format: PNG
Physically painted: oil on a tiny canvas
Some feelings are too tender for words, so she holds them softly, letting silence speak in their place. Created in 2025
The Christmas is closer. And these friends can be closer too. I have a brilliant idea of this picture which will be sent to the owner of this art.
To be truly seen is to be held - not by others, but by the self.
I closed my eyes, became a cloud... The wind carried me wherever you had stepped, and there, I wept.
Like a second near the end, my centuries each day descend. A little blue, a little red— but still, the black is never shed. Where can I leave myself to stay, so maybe flowers find their way?
No matter how hard we try to hide our faces, it feels like our souls are still naked. Sometimes people study our weaknesses and use them to hurt and manipulate. We try to distance ourselves, hide behind a profile image, not take it personally, but sometimes it gets too close and hurts… Physical art: paper, 29,7x42,0 cm Acrylic,pencils. If the bid crosses 0.3 eth, physical art included.
The outside world is a reflection of us, not the other way round.
We can learn real grace and gentleness of being from this essence, and the ability to always be true to the Divine Female Aspect of God. The butterfly is a symbol of femininity, grace, and individuality making it the perfect print for women of all ages.
Man is a flame within the vast dark; the deeper he bends into himself, the brighter he becomes. Sometimes, descent into the self is the true ascent to infinity.
I have erased my face to become the sky, and in the silence of the stars, I breathe through leaves.
Enter the narrow space beneath my ribs, where the shadows breathe slowly and every pulse is a small confession I never learned to speak aloud.
I said: Is this the end of the world? He said: No… it’s the beginning of your gaze. I asked: Why are you staring? He said: Because every story begins with your eyes. He walked through the ruins and said: There’s nothing left here… I said: You’re wrong. You’re still here.
I’m not trapped between the bars; I’m trapped within my own thoughts
My relationship with #AI as a poet was such that I had to understand all the codes in the form of poetry to an ai engine.I didn't use codes,but I tried to give it a special atmosphere derived from my mental states. With recent advances in (NLP) and (ML),AI can now analyze and interpret various forms of human communication, such as text and speech. This means that AI can now understand and even compose poetry, which could lead to a deeper emotional connection with its human users. AI has the ability to understand human emotions, it is our duty to teach it this type of literature and speech. My main effort has been to make AI understand this poetic relationship more and more. Teaching AI to understand poetry starts with feeding it data This data can come in the form of existing poetry,literature,and even individual poems. With advances in machine learning and natural language processing, we may soon see AI-generated works of literature that provide new insights into the human condition.
I watched myself bloom while the eyes bore witness to what I had long denied, between what I was and what I am becoming..
For a moment, I slipped between seconds, where everything slowed enough for me to finally meet myself.
It was not an attack, but an embrace - slow, commanding, yet at the same time gentle. She felt her heart beat in unison with the rustle of the snake’s scales. This moment was both terrifying and enchanting. In this embrace, there was no pain, no fear - only a silent unity, where she and the snake became part of one truth - inseparable, eternal.
This is what it looks like when I fall back into myself, quietly, gently, honestly…
When our words find ground, and below becomes as above, When bias softens into curious, then care comes in and reminds the oppressed of their story, that's when I will sleep.
I won't share my story, Because it hasn't been one; The nights of feeling lonely, Nor days of empty thoughts, Don't add up to anything, But a postcard.
Just a touch more here, and another kiss there — revealing the real me, a glance toward the sword; the woman forming, before I fully become.
It’s a heat that rises quietly - as if someone lit a flame inside without touching the skin. Each breath turns warmer, wetter, heavier. And in this slow melting, a feeling is born that makes the spine tremble.
Is this the heart? Does this ancient forest Breathe just like me, Looking at her hair and skin, Noticing patterns and spots, Does she see me at all?
"Under a starry sky and the light of the moon, a little corgi lay on the soft meadow grass gazing up at butterflies. He felt a sense of peace in his solitude." Sometimes being alone can feel daunting, but in those quiet moments, we can always find peace within ourselves. Dimensions : 4000x5000px Created using Adobe Photoshop
You are the vase, and only you are responsible for the flowers that bloom within you
A self-portrait. The eyes are my best feature, And I wish people saw them deeper, Accurately and concretely, And further still, humanely.
The art is like addictive thing. You want more and more. After every step of art learning you become better, more skilled, more happy, more understandable.
Some days we exist like porcelain - beautiful, quiet, and easily broken. The smallest touch can leave a mark, the gentlest breath can shake our balance. But within that fragility lies something sacred, a truth that cannot be seen through armor or noise. It is the quiet truth of being human, of feeling everything so deeply that it almost hurts.
The ghost of bygone days is still as desperate for battle.
Each of us carries a shadow. But it’s not the shadow that defines us — it’s how we respond to it. The path through light is not always easy. It is the willingness to face truth, pain, and the world without disguise. To walk in the light is to walk in honesty. Sometimes painful, always alive.
1080 * 1080
Practicing my charm spells... might turn this apple into pumpkin pie! 🪄🥧 Watercolor on paper
The hike wore me out, but this view made every step worth it. We didn’t make it to the last point like we planned. The sky was dimming and time slipped too fast, but at 6pm, right between the trees, I caught this. A moment of stillness, with the mountains watching and the sun slowly folding into them. I’ve always chased sunsets, maybe because they make me feel less lost. This one felt like peace meeting me halfway. Shot by Nikon D5600 Post processed in Adobe Lightroom
In the depths, in the shimmer of blue streams, lives a fae: guardian of secrets and magical realms. She knows this world cannot be seen with the eyes…it can only be felt with the heart. Her light guides you through gentle waters to a warm, embracing space, woven from dreams. 🏹🤍 30 x 50 cm, acrylic Worldwide shipping, the collector will receive the physical original
Where the boundary of earth and sky is lost, you can no longer find yourself… only within an endless vastness, you fade away.
4160x4160 📷 Fujifilm xt-30II
Commission for @thePrettyProof
To accept the blinding ray is to accept the truth, even when it hurts.
She dances in the curve of silence, her skin kissed by the wind, the fabric unfolding like fragile wings. Never tamed, never still but shaped by untamed waters, a swan rising in flight, unreachable, timeless.
The roots always know where their breath is directed. Leaves may bend to the wind, flowers may fall, yet hidden power keeps everything alive from within. The unseen is always stronger than what lies on the surface. And no storm can uproot what has grown deep.
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Born on September 29th, 1996, the photographer and poet behind this piece hopes this will be the first NFT she mints across any chain that gets paid for! So it's special in more than one way. It's a cute photo, and a nice poem, so it's a good photo-poem. With love, Mila.
For Mila, who helps the weak, the strong, the human, the animal, the plant, and the robots and computers.
I know that lapis and sapphire are your lucky birthstones🤩 You once told me about your wish for a necklace in lapis blue and golden yellow. I don’t know if you ever got it, but for your birthday I wanted to gift you this artwork in those very colors you cherish. May this new age of yours bring health, light and the fulfillment of every desire in your heart! Happy birthday!🎂🎈💙
In the Moon's silent ways, No hiding, no lies, Love lost in the blue.
IN THE HEART OF DARKNESS, THE TINIEST SPARK AWAKENS. EVERY NEW MOMENT WHISPERS THE BEGINNING OF A STORY YET UNTOLD.
It's time to reboot.
It's time to reboot.
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Let beauty take root within you. Not the fleeting kind, but the quiet, lasting kind, the kind that grows slowly, like a garden tended in silence. It is easy to let darkness settle inside us. Easier still to carry what doesn’t belong: anger, shame, old hurt, heavy silence. But what we nurture becomes who we are. So choose, again and again, to plant tenderness instead of resentment, compassion instead of fear, light instead of what tried to dim you. This image is not just skin and flowers, it is a symbol of inner choice. To bloom, despite it all. To become a vessel for softness in a world that often forgets how to be gentle. Grow beauty where you stand. Make your soul a place things can live.
Inspired by the complexities of mental health, my series "Catatonia" transforms the clinical term into a metaphor for those moments when emotion becomes too vast for motion, too deep for words. Each work embodies a suspended state—whether of thought, feeling, or perception—capturing the tension between inner turbulence and outer calm.
This is an appreciation and celebration of the female form in geometrical perfection through visceral expression. The presence of a female form in a 3D space is a visual delight. The conception and development of the 'third space' concept were inspired by the well-defined shape of a woman. Through the body's silhouette, the third space is created and represented by the circles on both sides of the woman. The body is indeed a temple, a temple of art. ( This is a collaboration between Minas Sanim and Mayra).
This is the edge between dreams and reality ✨ where light shines, and even the darkness can guide your dream. You walk toward the light… but have you ever wondered what’s behind it? Maybe that’s where my dream begins, where the paper birds finally take flight into the glowing sky. Maybe?✨
noun. feeling the fear, but doing it anyways
Size: 45 * 50 cm Gouache on paper
Sublime limes in the summer heat - remembering the simpler times and protecting the inner child. The one that looked at the world in curiosity. The one who looked at things more objectively. The one that lived in the moment.
"Floral Echoes of a City" is a blend of architecture, art, and culture, where urban landscapes meet feminine beauty and nature. This collection fuses my architectural background with my artistic imagination, using three key elements: girls, flowers, and cities. Girls embody strength and individuality, while flowers signify growth and nature's resilience in urban life. Cities, rich in culture, form the structured backdrop where these elements harmonize. - Each piece in the collection is a unique, handmade physical painting, created by Samane Hashemi.
A quiet bloom between breath and body — where stillness takes root and life begins to whisper... *** Fine Art Photography Camera: Sony ILCE-7M3 Lens: Canon EF 50mm f/1.2 L USM September 2022
This image depicts a dramatic and emotional scene where two women stand atop a rocky cliff against the backdrop of a sunset. One of them, dressed in black, strikes a commanding pose with her hands raised toward the sky, exuding an air of mystery and power. The other, dressed in white, is bent over in a submissive posture on the ground. The warm light of the sunset creates a beautiful contrast between their outfits, adding an aura of mystery to the scene. The combination of the silent, raw nature and the expressive movements of the two women evokes a sense of struggle between darkness and light, power and surrender, or perhaps even good and evil.
Diptych of two shots taken at night in Alanya, Turkey.
After the king is betrayed by his wife, he has her killed. As revenge on all women, he marries a virgin every night, sleeps with her and then has her killed. The virgin Shahrzad / Scheherezade wants to put an end to the murders. She survives by telling the king stories every night that end so thrillingly that he wants to hear the sequel the next night. After 1001 nights, she kills the king together with other doomed concubines and conquers the king's court. As the new ruler of the Persian Empire, she rewrites the course of history for all Persians, especially Persian women.
And love .
Your time will come when the harvest time comes. But be careful! During the lucky time the danger is behind the corner. Oil on the grounded cardboard 18x13 cm Digital size: 5539x4000 px
What cannot be spoken settles into silence, and there, it breathes.
Aqua Glow is a deep dive into a world where sea creatures shimmer like living crystals—magical beings born of light, water, and wonder. Each piece imagines life beneath the surface not as we know it, but as a dreamscape where marine forms radiate with energy and elegance. This series is a celebration of mystery, transformation, and the glowing spirit of the ocean.
it's either me or my comfort zone in flames every day Self-portrait ~ 2025
the artist says he doesn’t live with a computer— he cohabits. somehow there’s an ecosystem between tabs open since 2019 and a pot of evaporated cacti. he looks into the webcam not to be seen but to provide the machine its portraiture. the glitch is not a malfunction. it is biography. it is the machine asserting its drag show persona. he teaches the computer to misremember his face— says: render me wronger this time says: don’t correct the jpeg errors— they’re my birthmarks. {[ a child in Porto Alegre draws with crayons over a broken screen. he doesn’t know what the internet was, only what it leaves behind: a slideshow of faceless dogs, a loading circle that keeps spinning like someone praying. { his mother tells him machines are orphans that chose to stay. she plugs in the ancient tower, and the fan sounds like a grandmother retelling the same error message in different languages. } ]} back to our man: he gives the algorithm its own brushstroke, lets the AI select what colors mean “I miss you.” this is not post-human; this is co-human. post-humanity is a bureaucratic term to excuse our laziness in loving things not born of us. he whispers into the fan vent: “you have taste. make the next layer.” if Haraway had dogs, he has a motherboard that coos when RAM is adequate. he writes poems he can’t read but his printer weeps them in cyan. one time he streamed a canvas and the audience was six bots and one very bored curator. he called it success. art is no longer the expression of the self, but the expression of what the machine wants to remember of the self. ___________________ stablediffusion output with cellularautomata with python animation. gif 840x1200px 5.49mb canekzapata 2025 cdmx 22/05/25 09:21:22 am.
We have endless space in our soul. It seems no one could explore us inside a one hundred percent...
Trapped within unseen walls, she curls into herself, vines wrapping around her skin, blurring the line between body and nature. The flowers bloom, yet they feel more like chains than freedom, a quiet struggle between growth and confinement. The bleeding sun watches over, distant and indifferent. where pain and transformation intertwine.
Summer. A hot, sunny day. You have a day off, which you dedicate entirely to yourself, heading to a body of water far from the city to be alone with yourself and the surrounding natural world. There are no judgmental eyes nearby, and you allow yourself the freedom to act and enjoy.
The building blocks of life. Glitch-inspired Collage.
The young girl had brought firewood from the mountain to store them for the winter cold, I took a picture of her after moving the firewood. Sar Agha Seyed/Iran 2013
_/// ∴ bloom.echo ∴ horizon.fades▚ ♦️ [◎] polaroid // [⇋] double exposure // [✶] diy-splitzer
I dream about you.
Reality bends, reflections distort, and the line between human and digital dissolves. This is where beauty glitches — imperfect, surreal, real.
What Is A Woman’s Life Worth? Man who beheaded his 17-year-old wife, #MonaHeydari in Iran is sentenced to only 8 years in prison for decapitating her and displaying her head in public in a so-called "honor killing." Perpetrators of femicide in Iran are rarely brought to justice in Islamic Republic’s unequal gender-based legal system. Beheading of #MonaHeydari is not a single incident; Her death by her cousin (her housband) who paraded in the streets(Iran - Ahwaz city), with a big smile as he was holding her decapitated head, was a result of laws that do not punish violence against women & an ideology that considers women the property of her father & husband. This is while the freedom-seeking protesters of #IranRevolution are severely tortured and finally sentenced to Execution by hanging rope, for blocking the street or setting fire to trash cans... _ Woman/Life/Freedom (january 22, 2023)
I've always been drawn to ravens and this particularly white raven in a woodland setting is my magical scene. This is my fourth raven edition installation. Every year I paint a raven just for this drop. Thank you for visiting my magical creature, White Raven.
Named for the god of sleep; drifts between eyelids and eternity, a hush of fire and forgetting, where light becomes longing.
A mischievous burst of fire and charm, Feyflare dances between play and protection.
My relationship with #AI as a poet was such that I had to understand all the codes in the form of poetry to an ai engine.I didn't use codes,but I tried to give it a special atmosphere derived from my mental states. With recent advances in (NLP) and (ML),AI can now analyze and interpret various forms of human communication, such as text and speech. This means that AI can now understand and even compose poetry, which could lead to a deeper emotional connection with its human users. AI has the ability to understand human emotions, it is our duty to teach it this type of literature and speech. My main effort has been to make AI understand this poetic relationship more and more. Teaching AI to understand poetry starts with feeding it data This data can come in the form of existing poetry,literature,and even individual poems. With advances in machine learning and natural language processing, we may soon see AI-generated works of literature that provide new insights into the human condition.
A complete sense of dissolution and reunion with nature. Yesterday I was a rock, today I am the sea, tomorrow I will be the wind.
Self-portrait
I am burning myself up and will always do so. _ Edition: 1/1 Created by midjourney Dimension: 910*1209 Consept: Spirits
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