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Scene's very first digital curation. A collection of works from some of our roster of incredible artists. 


WASTINGTIME

Toshi, a name that embodies the spirit of strength and resilience, inspiring us all to face life's challenges with unwavering determination and a heart full of courage.

The Spirit Of Toshi

mixed media and ai study with in-/outpainting, blending, use of a new custom model (v2) in SDXL and mjv52 + digital painting

released as part of the Collector.sh Scene One drop ◽️

amuseu

what are you wanting?
- Coffee in the midst of chaos

who is your lord?
- Chaos in the midst of morning


Ariel Gricio | 2015
São Paulo | Brazil
Digital Photography
PNG: 5151 x 3434
26.5 MB

Breakfast

Series: Girls

3400 x 3400px

Lowbrow Native, 2023

Panic

Red Chapter | Outsiders 2023 | 4500px x 6000px

"Cutting Ties"

aggressive manga pop mesh of horror handstyle by your friendly neighbour hood guy with the hats.

CONTAGE PROTOTYPE

Lightway

Underwater

A satirical depiction of a non existent place.

File info:

.mp4
2156x2160
24 FPS

Rug Hotline

An Angel Said Forward

The sky is still, the red sands that blow across the plains and desserts below have subsided. 
A pale blue dot in the distance gleams with sobering dullness- cutting through and past the darkness around it. 
My body vibrates in tandem with the massive v067 engines powering this pod, and in seconds as I reach the threshold of our delicate atmosphere I'm launched like a pebble in a slingshot into the desolate backdrop of our solar system.

As the pale blue dot becomes a giant vivid swirling ball of blue and green whose orbit I have just succumbed to. 
I steady my gaze and vehicle and position for entry into the atmosphere and as I do my steady gaze is blunted by a violent jolt that sends my pod spinning towards an ominous thunderstorm below. 

My entire childhood I've asked what this place called earth was, and for all of it I was shielded from the truth, but like heaving this , black and grey brew of a thunderstorm pulling me towards it so has the truth.

Lutum urbs

crawling along the wet floor
of her childhood

shee became a long-buried secret.

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original painting by Stephania Shakila aka SaintMary

Bandung, Indonesia
2023.

The Performance

Foxhunting

We are motes of dust, reflecting the days ever shifting light, they may not notice just one of us, but together we are seen as something bright. An impermanent abstract canvas, that we know as life. We are but motes of dust, reflected in each others eyes.

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