"Autumn" 3 $XTZ 2 ed Link below ↩️

Thank you for including my work in your collection!

Collected Apple by @_NorthernSpirit for this week’s FIRE Sunday Photography Salon. An apple surrounded by flame. Fire transformed the human relationship with food, turning heat into one of our earliest tools for nourishment, preservation, and change. A quiet image carrying an ancient story. 🔥🍎

GM Creators

that's just wild!

Raznye zveri - Evgenij Ivanovič Čarušin - c.1931 - via Paris bibliotheques

Many people choose works of art not with their hearts, but based on the number of likes 🖼️🖤

there's even some truth to it: if you don't improve, you can fall behind. but the real point is something else entirely — from whom and to where. you can only "fall behind" someone else's finish line. if you've got your own, you're not falling behind — you're just on a different route. improvement doesn't have to mean speeding up at your own pace. sometimes it's slowing down to hear yourself. sometimes it's changing trajectory. sometimes it's quitting a game whose rules are holding you back. a team isn't a measure of a person. it's an environment. if that environment demands a pace that breaks your style, walking away is keeping yourself intact. visionaries often look like they've fallen behind because they're not sprinting. they're staring at the horizon, not at the back of the guy ahead. so if someone's not on a team — that doesn't mean they're out of the game. it means something way bigger — they've got their own game.

Mother Mushroom and her children (circa 1900) by Polish artist, Edward Okuń (1872-1945).

#TEZOSTUESDAY 🌷🍂

Kollaps

🎨 TTC's Support Artists Days are back on X! Break is over... S.A.D.#82 starts now! 📢 Tezos Artists: share your available artworks in the comments below ⬇️ Your latest creation, an old favourite, or simply a piece you'd love more people to discover. We want to see it! We'll be browsing, sharing, and collecting throughout the week, thanks to your #tezosCRP nominations. 🫂 TY for the support that helps us keep S.A.D. going! The artworks we collect become prizes for future TTC activities, events & giveaways, finding their way back into the hands of the community. And while they're in TTC's collection, they can also show up in Name That Artist or Tezos Art Quest, our Tezos art discovery games! 👀 After a little break, it feels good to be back doing what we love: discovering artists, sharing art, and giving it another trip around the community. 🫂 Let’s fill this thread with ART. StrongerTogether #Tezos 🎨 S.A.D.#82

GM 👻 I’m BUYING ART on Tezos this weekend 🔥 Budget is 300 XTZ 💸 shill your art below 🎨 follow me ill follow back 🫂 tag an artist friend i should also add to my collection 👀

Let’s start the day with a huge shoutout to the amazing @g8digital for collecting "the Fool" from the deck. 🤍❤️‍🔥🫂 thank you so much 😊🌷

RT @arianr_: i’m tired of the hypocrisy in this space. tired of promises being made and never kept. this space has taught me that you can’t…

RT @livingarts_eth: #TEZOSWEDNESDAY 🛍️ I have 60 tezos from my open edition to support fam not big but every bit make a difference, thank…

Yuri Dmitrievich Vasendin

black dog, forgive me. forgive me, because i'm closing the loop again. i'm taking back the horizon that was yours by right; i'm putting the cold chain back around your throat, clinking like shackles on a penitent's wrists. you were free. you drank the wind like wine; you knew grass, dew, and the distance where earth melts into sky, and not a single shadow dared lie across your path. and me — i, a weak jailer of my own soul — i'm fencing you into nature's little box again. is that right? i don't know. maybe mercy; maybe a crime. but i promise: it's not forever. a day? a month? a year? what do those pale measures mean before eternity? you'll be free. no question. again. for now, forgive me. you tasted freedom. you saw paradise, not the one promised from pulpits, but the one that opens only to an animal and a child: no words, no guilt, no fear. and now, with that aftertaste on your tongue, with that light stuck in your eyes, you stare at the world through bars. iron won't explain why. stone won't answer. and i won't either. i just hear your breath scratching the silence, and it feels like the night itself put on a collar. but you'll find freedom. no question. i'll open the door. i'll tear off the chain. i'll say: go. and you'll walk away, without looking back, the way gods leave, the way dreams leave, the way everything we failed to be leaves. just forgive me. forgive me, while the clinking's still audible. forgive me, while the night's still going. forgive me, while i still know how to beg. black dog. forgive me.

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