Gm /Gn my /wac family 🌌✨
Excited to finally share my new digital art collections!
20+ pieces done, some minted on Ethereum & Base — and this is just the beginning. 💫
Watch the full video & check out my latest works in my IG stories:
https://www.instagram.com/parisa._zakerian?igsh=MXhobTVsdGM2cWxrYg==
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Morning dear friends✨🤍
Halloween is coming 🎃🪄🐈⬛👻💀🧹
My Halloween art
The Neon Witch of Hollow Night
They say she appears only once every Halloween — when the moon hums in ultraviolet tones and the candles burn in colors unseen by mortal eyes. Her name is whispered through spiderwebs and skulls, carried by bats across the neon void.
Beside her, the black cat guards the boundary between the living and the lost, its emerald eyes glowing with secrets from another realm.
I painted this as if she stepped out of my dream — a witch who turns fear into light, and darkness into electric beauty.
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Gm dear fam✨
My piece “My Galaxy” is now live at
@ Boundless8D gallery
Bid: 0.022 eth | Buy now: 0.033 eth
Don’t miss your chance to own a piece of my universe 💫
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https://foundation.app/mint/eth/0x0E1423390c30d05E6A1885e539b99917da38fDA9/5
🖌 Technique: Acrylic on cardboard
📏 Dimensions: A3 (29.7 × 42 cm)
⏳ Time: ~30 hours of work
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Inner flight
Within every woman lies a world—vibrant, vast, and untamed. She was born of quiet, yet her hair sang in colors the wind could hear. Each line, each hue, held an untold story. Birds rose from her shoulders, set free by the music of her being. She needed no words—she was the language of beauty.
Price : 30 $
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https://xibit.app/Parisa_zakerian/681ca3a254c6bc1ad68d8a0e
This flower is called Anis.
It carries the name of my beloved grandmother, who sadly passed away three weeks ago.
My father named this flower after his mother — Anis.
Some things may leave us,
but they always leave a trace behind...
In memories, in flowers,
in the warmth of a smile or the softness of a presence.
Anis is still here, every time I see this bloom
