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Luis Correa & Co.
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Man VS Tree
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Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours. ― Hermann Hesse
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luisk · 3 years ago
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Willow concept art by Moebius
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luisk · 3 years ago
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Psychedelic Jungle 🍄🌴
This art was made entirely from AI text to image. This is not just a piece of art, it is an experiment in generative creativity.
I am experimenting with new ways to create images and want you to be part of the process! Join me on Patreon and get access to exclusive content, tutorials and more for $4 month. Link in bio!
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luisk · 3 years ago
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Holy Crystal (Moebius)
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Moebius
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slowly processing sketches from my Spain trip…
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The foothills, Seth Armstrong
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luisk · 4 years ago
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Carlos Miguel Cortés
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luisk · 4 years ago
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Y amaneces (en Guarne) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTKDjF1rwvJ/?utm_medium=tumblr
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luisk · 4 years ago
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Certeza
                                        “Siempre hay paz en la certeza…”                                          Truman Capote Hasta el fondo del vaso desde tu oscuro fondo caían las palabras difíciles amargas caían como gotas espesas y brillantes que iba sorbiendo el tiempo como arena finísima caían haciendo un agujero en mi mano extendida y cada gesto era ya para siempre ideograma de tintas visibles de un idioma que iba olvidando mientras lo aprendía y el instante nacía cada vez para morir en memoria y en fuga de presente. Tenerte era perderte. No tenerte es esperar confiada que no llegues.
Piedad Bonnet
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luisk · 4 years ago
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