A Monumental Year Starts Now. On 12 December 2026 the Web3 Artists Awards return — the same stage that last December crowned the most ambitious on-chain year yet. Before nominations open 1 October, we honour every first-place champion of 2025. They set the benchmark. They left a permanent record. Visual Arts: Digital & Analogue Digital Painting Excellence — @Sashelka Digital and AI Mixed Media — @voidformmeta Analogue Painting Award — @ASpangereid Mixed Media Artistry — @ahchoen Drawing Analogue — @pheez_touch 3D Modeling and Sculpture — @BreadHead_Gang Photography, Animation & Video Fine-art / Commercial Photography — @SketchLight_ray Documentary / Photojournalism — @Abbas_rahmani63 AI-Generated Animation Innovation — @evlosm AI Film Festival Short Form — @TheRobo42, @kino_zine, @beholdthe84 & @Disco_Dave Animation — @Sandytoes2211 Music Video — @AtikoAE Mixed Video Excellence — @iraxlab Digital Animation Excellence — @rodicqart Traditional Animation Award — @daxterpiece AI & Generative Art Best Use of AI in Art — @sandytoes2211 Best Generative Art / Code Art — @matiliart AI-Generated Painting Innovation — @NftSunage Music & Audio Songwriter of the Year — @ebabur_art AI-Generated / Assisted Composition — @stylez_morales Best Music Producer / Studio Work — @SongsOfEden Literary & Spoken Word Poetry Award — @evlosm Spoken Word Excellence — @LaurenceFuller Written Word Award — @A_Rahaad Fashion, Metaverse & Experiential Graphic Design Excellence — @rabbitscrypto Web3 Fashion Innovation — @javog0 Virtual Reality Painting Experience — @creatressart Best Immersive / Experiential Digital Art — @Music__District & @Metx_Mike Best Metaverse Architecture / Virtual Space — @iraxlab Community, Impact & Asset Best NFT for Social Impact / DAO — @jpg_prince Emerging Artist Award — @stripedrop Best Memecoin & Speculative Asset — @coreezyvibes These artists painted, filmed, coded, wrote, composed, built worlds, and organised communities on-chain. Their work is the standard the 2026 season will be measured against. Nominations open 1 October 2026. Awards ceremony: 12 December 2026. Follow @W3ArtistsAwards. Tag a 2025 winner. Get your submission ready. This is more than an awards night. It is the on-chain record of who is building the next era of art. #Web3ArtistsAwards #Web3Art #NFT

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The volume the vision the artists and the collectors #BorrowedWords #DailyArt

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4th piece to be added to the collection "The Surrender" tomorrow.👀💯🔥 One of the best poems I've written✊️ Thanks again to the anonymous collector on No.3🙏❤️‍🔥 @teamartcollect @tezos

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"Lost & Found" New Poetry Art drop now live @teamartcollect❤️‍🔥@tezos Give this one a watch & listen!💯 Link to bid below👇

I am told I ‘wear my heart on my sleeve’, but I feel the burden of my heart is such that I need to take it out and hold it in my hand instead. My every action seems to be caused by my emotions and not my brain. I am a fairly logical person and yet… I let my heart rule my decisions. I have a knack for seeing things differently, I read the energy in actions before words are said. Call it my instinct. This work I share below which I thought I was making to convey my grief, turns out is a statement of what I am perpetually like… Don’t get me wrong, I am strong… but only when I put on another face. I am good at hiding hurt. I feel I am an artist, with many faces… and surprisingly each one is an authentic facet of me. Reflecting moments of me… opens many doors within myself to better see within. How will it help my growth? I don’t know yet. I am still on a journey, exploring my identity through my #creativityprocess. Little things matter. Graphite on paper Art by Fahmi Khan

#AmWriting #Lyrical #Poetry I See You written by @Jocelyn__Paige 🎶🕊📜🌿💜 📷 #JocelynPaige, Cascading Love

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So now we have to carry a smartphone 📱 , smartwatch ⌚ , smart eyeglasses 👓 , and now a keychain called @Muse by @meta with a screen and internet access that I need to talk to out loud while everyone is listening; I think the phone can do that faster, better, and more discreetly.

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🔴 S O L D 🍁Good morning, artists! A special thank you to my dear @baleririnka 🩷 I’m truly grateful that you chose my artwork, “Rooted Chaos.” It is an honor for me that a part of my artistic journey is now a part of your collection.🙏🎨

Come Come You the Light of my Eyes The Depth of my Soul My Actualised Brahman🔥 You You my Ultimate Reality My Mother Archetype That i inherited From my Papa Come My Transcendence Spaceship My Enlightenment Lollipop Let me lick you Like my childhood For sweet Moments Nameste💥🙏

Good morning, artists. Prioritize your well being alongside your creative practice. Rest is essential, and your mental health remains the foundation of meaningful work. Wishing you a focused and balanced day. #MadeCommunity1 #MadeArtBridge #MWellB

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I was born into a decade the color of avocado walls and sun-warmed vinyl seats. An only child of a mother who still believed in open windows and letting the day decide itself. Before the world grew complicated, there was a young girl who belonged mostly to herself. A latchkey kid with her heart on her sleeve and the whole afternoon spilling open like summer. I made mud pies. Made friends with frogs. I believed in magic but preferred it gentle the kind you discover quietly in clover fields and sidewalk cracks. I was always looking for luck. Four-leaf clovers pressed between hopeful fingers. Rainbows that felt personal. Shooting stars that seemed to pause just long enough to listen. I had conversations with the moon. I carried small charms in my pockets, but mostly I carried a bright, unexplainable certainty that something wonderful was always about to happen. I was never alone. My imagination walked beside me, a brave companion on pirate ships made of sofas, on ocean voyages across living room floors, through backyard kingdoms where the grass bowed like loyal subjects. I, their queen with a box full of rainbows and dreams. Stuffed animals listened seriously to my plans. My dog followed faithfully, as if she knew the world was safest when seen through my eyes. I loved everything that moved... records spinning, cartoons flickering blue at dusk, my hula hoop circling my waist like I had discovered how planets circle the sun. I rode my bike until the streetlights hummed on. I ran through sprinklers as if baptized by suburbia. Summers tasted like chlorine and popsicles and forever. I learned to read from rhymes that bent the rules, certain that words were worlds alive and waiting for me. So I wrote poems before I understood what I could communicate through poetry. Growing up in the seventies wasn’t just wood panel walls, shag carpet and soft rock drifting from radios. It was freedom. It was grass on my knees and hope in my pockets. It was believing the universe left clues just for me. And in that wide, sunlit world a little girl with wind in her hair and luck in her hands moved through her days certain... that life was something to love. ~SRC "Growing Up Seventies" Available via @objktcom