#aliens

~ Community Art Abductees ~ Greetings fellow Alien Artisans and welcome to the community incubation curation Mothership Transmission. We have been observing your artistic endeavors and have decided to

Sometimes I wonder, if cats could talk, they might have a lot of bad things to say about us. Imagine if all this time, they weren't staring at us with blank faces because they had no expressions, but simply

The palette had no place left for putting colors color upon color, colors that had already turned gray, yet the smell of their oil could still be sensed. The painting, too, seemed to have dried. He ran

A solitary woman on an autumn evening a silent telepathy between her and the framed photograph.

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Hello Aliens! This time I've brought an animal into my work again.

Ophiel is the living memory of the First Law. In his left hand, he holds the Great Grimoire containing the original promises between the divine and the mortal realm, while his right hand wields the blade

There are moments in life when, without expecting or planning it, we open that great book once more, a book that may be very large or not so large, a book where every page holds endless memories, ranging