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Nubero

A shadow in the storm, a wanderer between sky and earth.

He comes from the folklore of northern Spain, especially the mountainous regions of Asturias, Cantabria, and parts of León. In these traditions, Nubero is a storm-bringer, believed to travel through the skies wrapped in dark clouds, summoning thunder, lightning, and hail. Farmers both feared and respected him, as he could just as easily destroy crops as bring much-needed rain.

For this piece, I’ve also woven in orientalism-inspired elements drawn from Caucasus regions, blending visual and cultural motifs to reimagine his presence through a different lens.

The jungle visitor 🌴

Once I imagined an illustration of the fictional alter ego of  George Seferis. It was 2021, a wild year, like an ocean, like a far nostalgia with a citric aroma.

O Stratis O Thalassinos.

2021 stories and AI took over it this time.


#2021

Corazón vacío.

A canvas with was ready to be taken by AI a day like today in Easter time.

Sometimes I go back to my works in 2019,where I explored expressions, spirituality and modern void to understand the crash of our times to understand 2026.

Corazón vacío was a cocktail between Ernesto Sábato and his inspirations from Russian literature.

A emptiness might be filled with faith for whom belive in religion and with values for whom doesn't.

Mountain's tales.

Views from Parnitha

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7 years ago, I wrote Rusalka.

Rusałka: Poznań stories by Krysia

Humidity lashed my skin, bristling, the current of the lake caressed my limbs. I had my bare arms despite the neoprene suit. The dark water seemed to have swallowed my legs, which among the grown algae tickled me, like snakes coiling around me.

From that place, old legends were told, beautiful macabre mermaids emerged from the abyss that after seducing young men they made drowned them with a kiss. I heard a crack in the reeds and looked back, however, I saw only a curious little fish that escaped due to my movements.

Those days your presence was tormenting me. The fire in my chest burned in the embers of your selfishness. I want to forget you and at the same time it is so difficult, my illusion is turning into a cheap tequila, a bad swallow of an unexpected meeting.
Then a while later he appeared from the bottom and grabbed my hair to pull me to the darkness.

As I submerged celestial songs were accompanied, swallowed more and more water, until I grabbed the monster's head and stuck my nails into his eyes.

He screamed and frozen tears came out among the ice. I shouted, we kicked in the same whirlpool again and again.

I raised my arm and touched my bare hand sticked to the icy breeze of winter.

"Disappear! I order you!" -

The current was tamed.

Climbing the wooden platform, coughing and throwing that poison out of my mouth. He had kissed me, yes. And I still wanted to live. I squeezed the cross of my chest and there I found my antidote.

However, over time I came to the conclusion that that monster, he ... It was truly a part inside me ... That full of terror, had wanted to possess me.

Gatuno

Seaside dreams

Once upon a time.