Muhju x pho spiral artwork. Death at last. 

Death, at last

Digital illustration / 2023 / Reza Afshar

Death Dealer

The other night I left my body

Dream Journal Entry #210 

I felt my entire body vibrating and saw myself rising, the room was filled with eyes surrounding me as if they were part of the wall. There was also something under the bed, the more I rose the harder the vibrations until i was fully out. I turned to see my physical body laying there motionless, the eyes watched with me as I floated up.

Leaving The Flesh

A space with no up or down, no left or right. Filled with orbs that range from every color known to man, there is a passageway where spirits pass through, the world that connects our consciousness to the dream realm.

dream log #32

number of times dreamed - 2

Transcendence

The story of Dantes journey through the 9 circles of hell. a man forced to face his sins in order to pass through for a new beginning. This poem came to me at a very important time in my life where i feel as though i need to let go of my past in order to move forward, this landscape was my escape and my resolve.



Dante's Inferno

as you stare at this from behind a screen ask yourself if any of this is real or if there is also someone watching you just as you are watching this

The Observer

in between two worlds, the unconscious and the conscious. Lay there motionless unable to move but witness to it all, life was never the same after this. 

sleep paralysis 

the illusion of control

A journey through the subconscious Taken

Taken from a recurring dream, brought to life 

A Dream Between The Clouds

Pho 1/1s

psychedelics seem to blend the real world with our dream world, pushing our subconscious thoughts out and distorting reality, letting you see the truth.

dream log #137

number of times lived - 3

a visit to the beach, on psychedelics

Recurring Dreams

smoke break w/ BLeU

Symbols & Omens

my thoughts in black and white 

G, A, B, C, D, E, F#

The End Of The Tunnel

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Metamorphosis

SuperRare

this feeling has been eating me alive

Foundation

the world is beautiful but my mind is chaotic

psychedelic hues (alone, again)

everything is forgotten through the echoes of time 

Abandoned 

Not So Distant Realities

All dreams end, you must wake up.  
So i made this one infinite.

Field of Dreams 

Dynamic Phos

Maybe in Another Life, We're still together.

What We Could Have Been

I gave you everything I had 

In The End

Light Speed

I dream of traveling the stars, A dream of a life outside earth 


Cosmic Distortion

The parallel between the microscopic world of cells and the expansive realm of artistic expression.  
self portrait 2023

The Cell

The study of cells is a mesmerizing dance of life at its most fundamental level. Much like the graceful choreography of mitosis, where a single cell divides into two, energy and art spread in a similar intricate pattern.  

Imagine the artist as the nucleus, housing the creative essence, ready to replicate and share. As the artist's vision multiplies, it's similar to the replication of DNA, each new idea a unique genetic code.  

Just as organelles collaborate to sustain the cell, artists collaborate to fuel a collective creative energy. Their collaboration mirrors the interconnectedness of cells within tissues, working together to create something greater than the sum of its parts.

The Beginning of Everything, The dance of life

Higgs Boson

Nature whispers, and cells start to hum,
A universal melody, the origin of the drum.
In the dance of cells, God's artistry unfolds,
From micro to macro, a story is told.

A study by pho using several artistic mediums to explore the similarities in art, consciousness and the life of a cell. 





Cells by Pho

The Path Less Traveled

Rhythms of the Subconscious

The Old Me Is Dead

All The Color is Gone 

Rhythms of The Subconscious

When I close my eyes, everything I imagine is real 


Outer Visions 

Pho Collabs

flew too close to the sun, I burned my wings



Icarus

Every day I try my best but it's just not good enough

Even through all this, I am grateful for the pain and the suffering because it reminds me I’m alive. I’ll continue to push my boulder up that never ending hill.

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