multidisciplinary artist. my art bridges technology, identity, and the unknown. i celebrate connection, chaos, and the beauty of the human experience. imagine.
Paris
Joined April 2023
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"cusp"
it floats, a quiet pulse in the air,
shifting like a thought you can’t quite catch.
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it floats, a quiet pulse in the air,
shifting like a thought you can’t quite catch.
colors melt into each other, soft and alive,
whispering stories only you can hear.
it feels like a memory,
half-formed, half-forgotten,
waiting for you to name it.
you stand still, and it moves,
not asking for answers,
just inviting you to feel.
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almost 700 mints of "pp and passage. self tribute"
thank you all !!!
countdown activated, approx. 19hrs left to mint.
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the quiet moments we don’t talk about—the ones where everything feels heavy, but the world around you keeps glowing. the monobloc becomes a witness to it all. the weight of being human in a place that feels alive. it’s not flashy, just honest—like sitting with an old friend who doesn’t need to say a word.
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no pause menu, no hud, no map, no save point. but this isn’t a game—this is real, actually @surrealapp
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this piece is also rhythm—like a freestyle session where every bar hits different. it’s the block and the dream all in one. the hoodie’s the armor—quiet, steady—but the world around it? that’s the noise we grew up in. toys, cartoons, and chaos, but also survival, hustle, and holding onto what made us. this is flowin’ through memories, remixing the past into something alive. it’s not just nostalgia; it’s a reminder that even in the madness, we find our calm and ourselves. so, what’s your verse in all this? wassup.
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Mint Mummy—The Undying Rivalry of the Doomed zora.co/collect/base:0xf0f18…
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operation cut-off @surrealapp
you don’t hesitate. you never do—not with her.
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the nexus forge @ eon spire, new lagos.
this isn’t the grand, world-saving quest you’d expect. it’s smaller, quieter, but no less important. a single task that could change everything for someone, somewhere. there’s a life at stake.
she looks at you, her voice calm but firm. “it’s time to say goodbye, friend.”
you feel the weight of her words. this isn’t about glory or recognition. it’s about doing what’s right, even when no one’s watching.
her voice is calm, steady, but there’s something heavy in it. she turns, the glow of her suit lighting the path ahead.
“follow me,” she says, already moving forward. “we’re on a mission now.”
you don’t hesitate. you never do—not with her.
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