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A friend (who's not on Fedi) is looking to pay to commission some art:
- Landscape, semi-realistic style
- Personal use, not for a commercial project
- Needs doing within the next month from now
- Absolutely no AI

If you think the above might fit what you can do, give me a shout and I'll put you in touch with them by email or discord. If not, please boost!

#Art#Commission#MastoArt#CreativeToots

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. 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.

In the coming days we'll be writing our next quarterly newsletter! If you have a creative project or resource that you'd like to be included, just drop in on the forum and post about it over the course of this weekend.

Questions welcome :)

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