Watercolor splash painting of a classic vintage Wurlitzer jukebox.
Sadly, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing this classic machine do its magic, but I love the design and the mark it left not only on music but also on interior design.
Between the inhabited areas of the station, foot-traffic tunnels were dug straight through the asteroid, with frequent bulkheads and seal-able blast doors in case of decompression.
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One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
-Jefferson Airplane
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On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one-note song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
Here I am, on a road again
-Bob Seger
Rafael’s presence in the photo as a teenage art student provides a glimpse into his early years as an artist. (middle) Circa 1950’s - way to “La Cueva” Barranquilla, Colombia
La Cueva was a vibrant cultural hub in the 50’s, where young artists & intellectuals gathered to exchange ideas & inspiration. It is interesting to see how artists' styles & techniques evolve, & how they're influenced by people & places. #TBT#lacueva#barranquilla#colombia#ayearforart#artbooster#springforart#fediart
Please see below for general character pricing, though I will be open for almost all other types of comms too! These are not first come first serve, but it's a good idea to get your form in early!
I haven't opened for actual commissions in a WHILE, so if you want something now is the time to get it!
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Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin'
Full time to floatin'
Under the sea
Emily had an extremely aggressive auto-immune disease that attacked her skin cells. She began receiving cybernetic transplants when she was five, and by the time I met her, her entire outer body was essentially completely synthetic. She worked in the reactor on Qwabe Station, and had the most biting sense of humour I'd ever seen. She was also my closest friend.