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@noart_xy

artist, collector, decentralized.

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Primitive_RE (@primitive_re) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Two only available works from /Primitive/ genesis series on Eth I have great collectors and friends here, thank you once again! <3 you can check the full series in comments

Two only available works from 
/Primitive/ genesis series on Eth

I have great collectors and friends here, thank you once again! &lt;3

you can check the full series
in comments
Robos🟢🟠🔴 (@olasunkanmi9743) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Good evening, Fam.🌆 Here are my latest projects. PORTRAITURE is a study of humanity that includes expressions of character, emotion, memory, and even collective identity.

Good evening, Fam.🌆 
Here are my latest projects.

PORTRAITURE is a study of humanity that includes expressions of character, emotion, memory, and even collective identity.
Pandagenix (@pandagenix) 's Twitter Profile Photo

GM Fam! I’m genuinely honored and grateful to share that “Under the Same Moon” has been collected by sethquinn44.btc ©️™️ through a private sale on Gamma.io. The piece was acquired a few days ago for 1342 $STX ($350), and it means a lot to see this work land in the right

GM Fam! 

I’m genuinely honored and grateful to share that “Under the Same Moon” has been collected by <a href="/SethQuinn44/">sethquinn44.btc ©️™️</a> through a private sale on Gamma.io. The piece was acquired a few days ago for 1342 $STX ($350), and it means a lot to see this work land in the right
Bita (@bitaemm) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Bent beneath the weight of concrete dreams, a figure hums a song the city forgot its melody stretched thin between glass towers and the quiet ache of what might have been.

Bent beneath the weight of concrete dreams,
a figure hums a song the city forgot
its melody stretched thin between glass towers
and the quiet ache of what might have been.