#1960s

The original This is another older digital painting of mine. A lone figure stands at the base of a tall transmission tower, arms raised, while a strange hovering craft pins them in a beam of light. Everything

We gather where the roads converge, a hall of many hands, each one of us had chosen once to leave our separate lands. No single voice commands this room, no throne sits at its head, we sit in circles,

¡Saludos a toda la comunidad de Hive! Hoy quiero compartir con ustedes una historia muy personal. Una historia de esfuerzo, de callos en las manos, de apoyo familiar y de mucho orgullo. Les cuento que

Part of a bridge in the reflection. As seen in Amsterdam.