lashman
@lashman@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 2 days ago

hey, guess what - i made a new t-shirt design, haha 😊 hope you like it :D

#mastoArt #digitalArt#fediArt #art #tshirt#creativeToots

This image is a bold, retro-futuristic propaganda-style poster with a vintage color palette of deep red, orange, and black. The main text, written in large block letters, reads: “FULLY-AUTOMATED LUXURY GAY SPACE COMMUNISM” The design features a stylized figure of a young astronaut, wearing glasses and a space suit adorned with a patch of the Progress Pride flag. The astronaut looks heroically off into the distance. Behind them, a large rocket bearing a Soviet-style hammer and sickle is blasting upward, while a futuristic space station or tower appears in the background. Star shapes and sunburst rays add to the sense of movement and optimism. The overall aesthetic mimics mid-20th-century socialist propaganda posters, combining utopian sci-fi themes with a celebration of LGBTQ+ identity, automation, and radical leftist politics.
This image is a bold, retro-futuristic propaganda-style poster with a vintage color palette of deep red, orange, and black. The main text, written in large block letters, reads: “FULLY-AUTOMATED LUXURY GAY SPACE COMMUNISM” The design features a stylized figure of a young astronaut, wearing glasses and a space suit adorned with a patch of the Progress Pride flag. The astronaut looks heroically off into the distance. Behind them, a large rocket bearing a Soviet-style hammer and sickle is blasting upward, while a futuristic space station or tower appears in the background. Star shapes and sunburst rays add to the sense of movement and optimism. The overall aesthetic mimics mid-20th-century socialist propaganda posters, combining utopian sci-fi themes with a celebration of LGBTQ+ identity, automation, and radical leftist politics.
This image is a bold, retro-futuristic propaganda-style poster with a vintage color palette of deep red, orange, and black. The main text, written in large block letters, reads: “FULLY-AUTOMATED LUXURY GAY SPACE COMMUNISM” The design features a stylized figure of a young astronaut, wearing glasses and a space suit adorned with a patch of the Progress Pride flag. The astronaut looks heroically off into the distance. Behind them, a large rocket bearing a Soviet-style hammer and sickle is blasting upward, while a futuristic space station or tower appears in the background. Star shapes and sunburst rays add to the sense of movement and optimism. The overall aesthetic mimics mid-20th-century socialist propaganda posters, combining utopian sci-fi themes with a celebration of LGBTQ+ identity, automation, and radical leftist politics.
lashman
@lashman@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 3 weeks ago

Another #PixelArt daily done! 😊 Ribboned shores.

You can grab the full-quality versions (for free) here: https://ko-fi.com/i/IS6S31HFMGJ

ENJOY!

#mastoArt #digitalArt#fediArt #art #landscape #wallpaper#creativeToots#gameDev

Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark. The image has a CRT filter applied.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark. The image has a CRT filter applied.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark. The image has a CRT filter applied.