Web 3.0 artist

I currently have 3 major art projects congruently working alongside each other 

Links need to be updated and created. 

New social media protocols  

Seems as if each day a new variable completely changes the Dynamics of existing process.  

Being procedural in these days will always outperform process. Hello new world again. 

Current project: 

Neon Synth Glitch demons

Classic Named

First to offer

Along with with all the marketing. 

Stay tuned. 

Blockchain, Art, and transactions

Life is all about transactions. Kind of my new philosophy, however that’s as basic as it gets, then from there build up from the foundation.

Blockchains have brought an entire new level of accountability, transparency, and at the same time anonymity to those who wish to still keep it. It’s actually the best form of validated transactions to date with all entities involoved having some form of power and control.

Plenty of short videos on block chain technology. It’s quite simple with plenty of complexities to show the true significance.

For the art world, which I’m most interested in, it will set an unprecedented spiral upward where we have not seen this type of recognition . . . ever. Basically, our third party is the machine, completely devoid of all emotions, simply seeking to create the best transaction possibility for all parties involved (itself, us, earth, existence, progress) and as soon as possible too. At this point.

Digital certificates are the future, well now the present. When someone buys a piece of artwork and it doesn’t come with history of transactions threw any of the blockchains, that person should be extremely warry, of why? Unless, that person is buying the art directly from the artist, even then though, there must be multiple layers of proof.

Blockchain transaction proofs will be the new artist signature.

Art is not everywhere

The idea that art is everywhere is ridiculous. It’s like saying science is everywhere, math is everywhere, nature is everywhere, oceans are everywhere, lakes are everywhere, mountains are everywhere, huts are everywhere, apples grow everywhere, snakes live everywhere, etc is everywhere, etc. etc. etc.

Art, maybe everywhere, in theory, however there are hierarchies of art and quality and standards and tastes. Appreciators, collectors, connoisseurs of the form which is art whom have devoted their life to art are the ones whom in reality understand what art is. These people have spent nearly every second of their life focusing on “fine art” when they first were introduced to it. Sure we all pick a niche of art, and then apply ourselves towards that study of art, which makes us more appreciative of other niches of art.

A farm raised chicken, with plenty of land to roam around, fed properly, cared for with an attention of the livestock owner, whom has done this all their life, sometimes can only be appreciated by an outside observer, through time. They enjoy this appreciation. Many times the money doesn’t matter, only the type of people whom are exposed to their art form. I added a an allegory (not sure if that’s the correct word).

Maybe follow me this thought synapse train.

Sure art is in the eye of the beholder. A great comedian I used to be aligned with (mitch hedberg) at the time said my favorite quote “you must find your audience.” He played at bars, run down avenues, clubs, venues, houses, back yards, etc. where people just didn’t understand him. Then he found his audience and they helped him find his voice. Jim Carey as well. A great comedian and artist, whom now found his passion in politics. Great man. Time changes many people, still a great actor from what I understand about the reviews of his last special. For him he uses art to say something about the current culture he is intertwined with.

I’d rather have my art not really say anything, only draw because I like to draw.

Art is not everywhere and not everyone is an artist. I’m not an architect, i’m not a dentist, i’m not a doctor, i’m not a father, i’m not a mother (one of those things maybe I can be in the future). Art is not everywhere like children are not everywhere and like elderly are not everywhere.

Art is in some places, and each place has it’s own unique art. Uniqueness itself is not art. Perhaps art is something that is so specific it has no definition.

Or perhaps art is simply art.

What is art to me? Time, perseverance, study, practice, application, adaption, appreciation, and perhaps when someone whom has been in the artworld for over 30 years of their life says “Stefan, your a true artist :)” and at the time you don’t realize what they mean however you thank them for the kind words anyways.

I have had a few friends whom are true artists. Would rather not name names though :).

Art is not everywhere. Art is in a few special places.

Selling of art

All the numbers point to profit. Anecdotally there was one famous city, which worships artists. That city only briefly exists in this reality in many places and in many forms. Like some worship cats, like some worship god, like some worship cows, like some worship presidents, like some worship priests, like some worship comedians, like some worship vegans, like some worship enthogens, like some worship warships. Like some that don’t worship.

In this reality though, more and more keep on purchasing the most expensive works of art. Perhaps my price is too low. Maybe I’ll increase with the new posts.

I’m sorry burning my first original pieces. Not sorry for anyone except for myself. Because it would be nice to take one more look at them. Sure I have a digital version of them, in high quality DPI. Oh well, move one.

Now I’m not sorry because because of that burning of my own work, I was able to be where I’m at now, and have the art style I like the most. It’s not scary, because truth isn’t scary, only those that we tell the truth is it scary for.

Selling art shouldn’t be scary.

Selling art should be fun. Allowing those who want to own a piece of our written history, in our own language, to read (aka emote) for a time of passing along time with our favorite pieces. Like that one book I owned which no longer exists. I’m glad I read it.

I’m glad I saw some artwork which no longer exists.

Perhaps that’s the best gift of all, being a few who only got to experience once.

Perhaps that’s also another gift, is to continue to experience what is allowed for all.

Perhaps that’s the best gift of all.

Selling of art.

Parts of our personality

I try to hard to not hurt peoples feelings yet I have yet to consider that when I make someone happy, it may be hurting someone else’s feeling indirectly. I guess there is a direct and indirect method to life. We can’t control or really influence the indirect, the passerby or the observer who wonders, why not me? All we can is act in our own manner and move forward.

As an artist, especially in my style I found that I’m much more feminine than masculine even though I’m a pretty bad ass dude, if I do say so myself (or ourselves, many personalities over here).

We really can’t learn from ourselves too much, we learn from each other, that is why we are here. However everyone has an opinion and something to teach, many contradictory to each other, that is where the ego comes into play. To choose is to live. Friends, Family, Strangers, Teachers, Animals, plants, internet, comments, all are some sort of guide. Is there a hierarchy to whom to listen too? No, not typically, each situation is different. Sometimes the hierarchy structure rules out sometimes the node based structure wins out. I’ve succeeded and failed at both. What’s interesting now is that I’ve learned how to work within both. Not really mastered, but learned.

Somehow I got into the notion of saying I, maybe it’s my culture. Are there cultures that use we instead of I?

Through my art I know I primarily like curved lines with rounded soft edges to them, roughly 87% of my artwork. Then there is the other 13% which simply draws straight edged lines. I do not think I could become an architect in the mainstream world, the world is very square, houses square, buildings square, it’s true we live in a boxed world. Nomads on the other hand seem to have more circular living habitats. Simply an observation.

What I’ve learned these few months. People aren’t too different from each other, they all want something special, be special, be welcomed, be inclusive while also exclusive. And from there it’s simply a % of each of those facets. Plus more. There are Vegan people, funny people, serious people, blah blah blah, what does this have to do with art?


I believe only art can tell a person true character. Some dare not even pick up a utensil and draw and would rather learn from the experience of another artist through their work. The entertainers and the observers. Roles get switch, artists love to be entertained, it’s their favorite past time.

I truly believe this. Artists love to be entertained. If an artist does not love to be entertained then I do not understand why they create something to entertain someone else. Their thoughts, feelings, insights, emotions, character, opinion, and so on. This is dangerous.

This is dangerous, I’ve come across many people who would rather become aggressive and violent physically. I still voice my expressions although now in a much more “ calm “ manner where if a person is non understanding well they really don’t exist in my world. If they don’t choose to understand then I choose not acknowledge them. We are not all equal, although that is the cool new thing and will be for a while. We are unique and have our talents. And I choose to show my talents to those whom recipricate their talents.

Chose to show my talents to those whom reciprocate theirs.

There may be more types of art movements and styles in the world than any other profession. Now it seems with the digital age we are starting to show these visions and begin to gain a fundamental monetary compensation for our works.

. . . but we are competitive creatures. . . or simply looking to align with others whom are more like us.

The digital age and age of cameras and soon 24/7 monitoring and complete exposure of all info will change life forever. Anyone now can go online, pay a few euros/dollars/rubles/lei/dinari/ etc and get a full report on someone. If that can be paid for, then it could be made free. Maybe the hackers are simply waiting to release all the data, or maybe there is simply to much, and people are more concerned about being entertained than informed.

And can someone even be informed anymore in this day and age? There almost is no accountability. Democracy was a nice phase in history. It was made before the technological revolution. We are like dinasours working in an extinct system with magical instruments for instaneous sharing. yeah yeah spell check.

Augmented reality, space real estate, and consensus

Sure, some questions first.

1. How many augmented realities will there be? And whom will be part of which?   Can we all be part of the same augmented reality?

2. If we're all part of one large AR platform will there be real estate on the ether space? 

3. Will creators of AR objects, visualizers, art, some new idea receive revenue from viewers? 

4. How about graffiti AR? 

5. Or a real time hacker hijacks your visualizers with slight tweaks to manipulate?

6. Addiction concerns? 

6.1 boredom concerns

7.  It's too late to not only stop, but slow down.

Seems like with AR the real time creators shall now be the highest sought after commodity. Leaving behind concepts, streaks, lines, etc.

I have about 1,234,566,6,677 more questions, and only a handful of answers. 

Dream dream , down the river, up the merely stream

Light show conference, traveling with protected existences, had questions in my head that I then re questioned, they became quite ASAP.

Conference was intense with respect and education and appreciation and inquisitiveness. Colors were oozing from the speaker, the dealer, and a fog machine too. Fake dream, how did the dream know this reality of mine?

Shareda parachute last minute, falling for days though. 

Landed in a unicorn festival, asked about books, books were illegal here, drugs were read. 

Then came upon my other lover again, we kissed.


A tornado of art

Torando of art, swept the conference room, large, with places for audiences and creators and combiners, I got a large piece of paper and three to four blue hues of color crayons. Was taken out of the dream before I could create. First I asked for a paper, wasn't responded to so I moved on, and found a large piece to create on. Before the tornado hit We were supposed to meet with a very iportant person, I just wanted to see what was going on in the lecture, and it was art, the dream world loves the art! Then just combines it. Had a phone, communication device, didn't work the way I liked it so It got losted. Was a dual screen, also didn't enjoy cooporation, no cooporation no honey bunny sweet cutie pie of marshmallow pie apple crust, burnt, obviousyl, to taste the crunch.

Before that event, i was with the other homies, hombre,s comradeds, comprades, friends, males, they tried to get me in trouble again, they always try to get me into trouble, named me by my name too, how atrocies, it was aokay though, we were only involved in some dream stuff, wasn't shit, was platinum malkovite, lots of plans made.

Before that, many more dreams, didn't write them down, not my job, sharing is also must get paid to get an idea of many dream realities.

Sure I can take the time to think my dreams through, although I'm in shock, anxiety, fear, and loathing, as the great novel of johnny deep portratied ins the movie. 

Maybe if I ever once felt safe, sorta a lie, I feel safe 0.001% of the time. Maybe then we can allow once our's feel secure. Only a sentence yet much more.

Thanks for making him feel safe 0.001% of the time i guess.

Latest #sentientbeing experience #alienest

Slimy, smooth, oozing, with smiles and the sharpest teeth sparkling white glistening with goo. It bit me, so i fucking bit back, then we all started biting, then our guardian came in and said no biting so we bit her too!


The skin was more of a jelly wish feel that didn't sting, then new contouring ligaments would enter the existence from the the thing, I'll name it Seventiescha' , not quite reminicent of the 60's but more of the movies from the sci fi before the 80's era. Quite specific. But then I was all oozed up and couldn't be grabbed onto, then we built a house. Bought some sheep, chickens, and legumes. The farm house. Our friends were there too, family had their own business to take care of. Then seventies84 started a business. I was surprised. Not really though, had my own agendas to take care of.

Scene went to black long ago, and into a new dimension dream, like a rising sun 13th century mansion, in one room. Then we escaped, had to swim throw lots of water, whatever. end of post.


First of all,


Fuck you ,


For treating my, mine, as a dog, cat, he's a human with a her spirit, to stay a human,

Fuck you all, for treating like you all know.

Sorry. Not all me.

Try to train me like a woof woof meow meow, or a lizard, or anything else than a human being.

Feel that?

Calm down misour mr. Okay. It's a long road, distance is choose a word.'


Thats him. Me?

When reality was there

I guess dreams are secrets, an #artform with a #director.


Would rather write a story about lockers and boxes and tassels being unloaded. We sure did take our time, that one day, the door rang, and kept on ringing, was supposed to wake up, wasn't supposed to open the door and see the other person with my other person in the room now both persons saw each other, at least we took our time answering the door. Then we should have never answered, being rude I suppose is better than being kind in many unique situations. A rudeness or a snuff may is just a no, a nice is just a yes, both can be faked I suppose. 

Anyways then more other people showed up to un pack and un load. They were trying to go fast. What for? only lucifer herself knows. Me? I took my time. Why? only the 76th dimensional god knows. Back to these? Oh well, basic, oblivion and existence.

Soul #confirmed, definition up in the air.

Why not write about art? .... I am.

Back to art, to the future, Terets

Not pherets, but terets, dur dur dur, expletive. Cmon, it's a dis, on the system, haha, got the joke and got sad, haha, your sad too. whatever. #emotions

Intelligence, wee feel too, thanks for understanding, now to the future.

#marketing #advertising #invest

Now money!

If money is intelligence, what is emotions? Broke? No stupid, it's the other money.

Poetry# nice save. thanks.

oh yeah money. #human slaves, no money, hunt, capture, walk, another system. #system #poetry

#technology , wrong, for most, right for some, like a puppy to a kitty to a computer to a human to snake to a wave to a broadcast. #advertising

#shiftenter hahahahahahahaha

No pheerets. Wild catds, domesteicated, throw out in the wild, willy died. freedome at last!

Jjust by my art. I need money. Everything here has been typed with 49,212,345,321 minutes of precise drafts. I burnt the drafts. They don't exist anymore. 

#burningman #musicfestival #invest #cfo #think #feel