Synthetic Kink
Colaboración con @___sandrob para el drop colectivo Synesthesia por @newtroarts en @objktcom
#3dart #digitalart #darkwave #synthpop #kinkybears
Honored to receive acceptance for my artwork “Life on Wires” at My Urban World organized by Gilavar Photo Club, Azerbaijan. “Exploring the fragile coexistence between urban expansion and displaced ecosystems.”
This work reflects the silent displacement hidden behind rapid urban growth. As cities rise higher, the natural pathways of birds and other species slowly disappear, forcing life to adapt to human-made structures and electrical networks. The wires become both shelter and survival — a fragile connection between nature and urban expansion.
Through layered monochrome textures and fragmented cityscapes, Life on Wires explores coexistence, environmental imbalance, and the invisible cost of development.
Grateful for this international recognition and for the opportunity to share this narrative with a global audience.
#fineartwithmegh #LifeOnWires #MeghanadGanpule #UrbanPhotography #ConceptualPhotography #FineArtPhotography #EnvironmentalArt #UrbanDecay #CityAndNature #ContemporaryPhotography #BlackAndWhiteArt #MonochromePhotography #VisualStorytelling #InternationalPhotography #ArtCollectors #NatureVsCity #DocumentaryArt #ArchitectureAndNature #UrbanNarrative #AwardWinningArt #FineArtArtist #GlobalArt #azerbaijanart
𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌 — 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖘! ⭑
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life loses its meaning, so take the matters into your own hands and just
cut, cut, cut. cut it off! -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡
ps: your bangs
#illustration #girlpower #animation #cat #nft
Algorithm Has Tentacles @objktcom
a cage where identity, desire, and obedience are reprogrammed
look into the eyes of its invisible masters
#collage #digitalcollage #surrealcollage #psychedeliccollage
Another piece in my NFT collection.
“Ālone” @desolatronica
Collected on @objktcom
True art does not explain emotion, but creates a space where you begin to feel it.
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🕊️Cost of Liberty
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Available on @objktcom
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Here , where I live! Freedom is never given!it is carved into the soul with thorns. Each step toward it draws blood, each truth leaves a scar.
For those who choose freedom know: its cost is pain!
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#freedom #iran #digitalart #liberty #art
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Death's Bed
She laid herself among the flowers
As though the earth had made her bed,
Beneath the venom-blooming branches
And the vines that feed upon the dead.
Her pale lace dress spilled round her softly
Like candlewax and funeral cream,
Yellowed faint as saintly parchment
Left too long inside a dream.
Belladonna kissed her knuckles.
Oleander crowned her throat.
Angel’s Trumpets bent above her
Like widows leaning with devote.
And she sang…
Low and lovely…
To the roots beneath the dark,
they echoed back The Reapers mark.
The Hemlock lifted silver fingers
Like priests around a dying queen.
Wolfsbane flowered blue as bruises
Upon the damp and mossy green.
Voodoo Lilies split their velvet
Like opened mouths in silent prayer,
While pale decay moved through the garden
Like incense thickening in the air.
Beside her feet a Corpse Flower blooms
a toxic warmth of fevered breath,
A slow exhale from her lungs
Of something beautiful as death.
Moon-white petals drifted downward
Like ashes from a burnt-out veil,
Settling softly on her collarbone
And all the hollow places pale.
Her lace had thinned to ghostly cobwebs,
Transparent now as aging skin,
And every thread became a whisper
As hungry flowers pulled her in.
Sing now…
Sweetly…
While the night consumes the light,
and offering its deadly blight.
The Devil’s Trumpets swayed around her,
Ivory bells grown heavy with sleep,
And every poisoned bloom within the garden
Guarded her secrets buried deep.
No mourning came. No church bells answered.
No final kiss was laid goodnight.
Only moths in clouds of ivory powdered
Circled slowly through the night.
Downy petals, soft and fatal,
Gathered in the folds of lace,
Until she seemed less flesh than perfume,
Less woman now than haunted place.
So if you find her in the flowers,
Do not lift her from their keep.
The garden claimed her as its daughter
And folded her beneath its sleep.
Now root and ribbon bind together.
Bone and blossom intertwine.
And somewhere underneath the moonlight
Her heart still blooms among the vine.
~SRC
Ai with animation, ai music and poetry reading by S.R.Chappell available via @objktcom
#art #animation #poetry #death #skeleton #flowers
Build your gallery wall
MBL.01 .02 & .03 by @ofradina.art
Balance in the collision of dark form and soft light
Available through Origen as museum-grade prints framed in black, white, natural wood, or unframed editions.
