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The Slabs - Prixel Art Animation "She looks tired and gone in thoughts. Her arm must have cost a fortune. Definitely Sisma Corp but I can't make out the exact model." - Simon Corley, 2084, New Harbor - Music by the amazing Brian Woods. Unlockables: - Endless Random Loop App. (PC/MAC) - HD VIDEO (approx. 2 mins) - Animated GIF - Wallpaper & Print Ready PDF Dimensions: Video [1920x1080] App [Adaptive] I will send a Download Link to the buyer after purchase.

Your head turns away: O the new love! Your head turns back, - O the new love!

A new World where nothing shocks but everything is a mess. Bringing together everything in a mix media piece, re-working forgotten portraits and my contemporary street art to bring a maximal piece to question ourselves. PNG 1860 x 2600.

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In this psychologically bed-headed portrait, a creature sets in a trance; his eyes devolved and vestigal, his third eye open but hardened and in a form resembling a Sharingan. The imagery therefore expresses an awareness existing in corporeal introspection. The creature’s mind sprouts, on the left side, an emerging face, grinning. To the right side of the head, red tentacles and fingers intertwine–a collaboration of invertebrate and vertebrate consciousness cooperatively handling paint brushes of the sort used to build an oil painting. The neck and throat bristle with random thorns, as from a rose or the upper portions of a beak sprouting from its flesh. The neck itself disassociates into layers of membranous material, terminating upon an abstracted base of convoluted forms composing its body. The nose is virtually non existent, more a sinus reiterative of the shape of the third eye. Set against the exposed teeth peering out of thick, meaty cheeks, a skeleton-like impression results. That impression sets behind a visceral set of lips and tongue, which is the creature’s prime seat of awareness. Sensual, organic, the tongue organ hangs, meaty, and with consciousness of a sea cucumber. It illuminates at the tip, drawing the attraction of a nearby moth–with mystery of purpose.

No Favour for you. Cold variation.