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In the midst of life's hustle, imprisoned by the corporate walls of the past, one walked a path less traveled. Defying the norms of a world that celebrated complexity and vibrant colors, they sought simplicity, clarity, and boundless freedom.

The composition narrates a profound tale—a metamorphosis, revealing strength in solitude and inspiration in minimalism. True freedom unfolds—the freedom to visualize value, distilling chaos into clarity, forging an unwavering path. It's about breaking free from conformity and embracing a minimalist existence.

This is the story of Jack Butcher—a courageous transformation into a symbol of audacity, living life on one's own terms. 'Prison Break' honors the pivotal moment when he set himself free, celebrating simplicity, and unwavering dream pursuit.

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Prison Break

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The ephemeral nature of our climbs and achievements.

Lonely Summit #74

Welcome to the Blue Department, the place where all began.

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I'm celebrating my 1000th day in art! 

It was a wonderful time full of ups and downs. In 1000 days I was able to quit everything and immerse myself in my art, achieve more success, get depressed, quit again, come back, succeed again!

This is just the beginning!  


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It's all a moo point 

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Limited editions by ideartist, October 2023

Next stop on the 1 train, 59th street, feeling the rust and the dust on my fingers. The windows are cracked and dirty, the seats are torn and stained, the doors are jammed and silent. The train is a relic of a past that is gone, a past that I miss, a past that I love. I remember how we used to hop the train, take it to Manhattan, watch the cruise ships by the pier come and go. The sound of their horns reverberating through the coast, the smell of their engines filling the air, the sight of their passengers waving and smiling. 

We used to dream of joining them, of sailing away to a new world, a better world, a happier world. We used to sit on the couch with grandpa, listening to his stories, laughing at his jokes, learning from his wisdom. He used to tell us that life is an adventure, that we should always be curious, that we should always be hopeful. He used to hug us and kiss us and tell us that he loved us. But he is gone now, and so are they. The ships, the passengers, the couch, the train. All gone, all lost, all outbound.

I stood calmly under the starry sky, feeling the gentle breeze on my face. The night is quiet, except for the occasional sound of a wind whistling and passing by. I look at the moon, wondering if you are looking at it too, wherever you are. 

We used to walk together in this park, holding hands and talking about our dreams. You always made me laugh with your jokes and stories. You always smiled from my kisses, and from the compliments I gave. You always made me happy with your presence and love.
      
But then you had to go. You had to leave me for a better opportunity, a bigger challenge, a brighter future. You said you would come back soon, that you would keep in touch, that you would never forget me. You said you loved me more than anything, and that nothing would change that.
      
I believed you. I still do. But it's been so long since I heard from you. So long since I saw your face, heard your voice, felt your touch. So long since I felt alive.
      
I miss you so much. I worry about you every day. I wonder if you are safe, if you are happy, if you are still mine. I wonder if you ever think of me, if you ever miss me, if you ever regret leaving me.
      
I try to be strong, to be patient, to be hopeful. But it's hard. It's hard to live without you, to smile without you, to breathe without you.
      
So I come here every night, hoping to see you again, hoping to hear your footsteps behind me, hoping to feel your arms around me. I come here every night, waiting for you to return, waiting for you to say that you are sorry, waiting for you to say that you love me.
      
I come here every night, until the dawn breaks, until the flowers wilt, until the moon fades.
      
I come here every night, until you return.

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