iGBA

• Digital & Traditional Artist #nft • Internationally exhibited • new collection OS • OpenSea front page 💎 •

[iGBA @igbaart]

Me and My Shadow

Acrylic on canvas
95 ×95 cm 37,4 х 37,4 In

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GM
An Era of Change
Collector @robek_world

[Ishika Guha @IshikaGuha2]

This Pyre of Mine ...

[Kamand Kavand @kamand_kavand]

GM

We emerge from silence and return to silence. Between those two silences, we spend our lives translating ourselves into words, images, and gestures, hoping someone might truly see us. Loneliness is the wound of existence.

Art is what remains when that wound becomes unbearable.

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@kamand_kavand @robek_world Happy Wednesday ✨

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@KSENIRYarty @robek_world Good morning ✨💙

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@NeginSaeid @robek_world Good morning ❤️

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@raad_artwork @robek_world Good morning 🙌❤️

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@MannerBoy1981 @robek_world Good morning 🙌 Happy Wednesday !

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@King_PRomulus @robek_world GM brother ❤️have a amazing day ✨

[hafftka @hafftka]

Observer 2026 16” X 12” acrylic on linen

No one knew exactly what he was watching.

The city had emptied itself into screens years ago. People stopped looking at one another and began living through reflections, projections, and carefully edited versions of themselves. But he remained.

Every evening he appeared in the same place, beneath the dark canopy, wearing the woven hat that hid part of his face. He stood motionless while streams of information passed through him like weather. News. Lies. Memories. Predictions. Regrets.

The black band across his eyes was not a blindfold. It was a horizon.

Those who passed him felt strangely exposed, as if he could see not their faces but the stories they told themselves. Some swore he was recording everything. Others believed he was waiting for someone who never arrived.

The red marks that run down his body were once thought to be wounds. Later people realized they were traces of all the lives he had witnessed. Every love affair. Every betrayal. Every act of courage. Every disappearance. The color accumulated over time until it could no longer be contained and began to spill downward.

He never spoke.

Yet the longer one stood before him, the more unsettling the feeling became:

that he was not observing the world at all.

He was observing you.

[Yuliia ArtiArt @ArtiArt15]

𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤

[Siapou @Siapou1]

Alpeggio

[Ebtesam Ahmed @ebtexam]

Photography is Art

[æssensea @aessensea]

good morning x

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Moon Gazing

Acrylic on canvas (available on OS)

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[Shirin @TheLittleShishi]

"A simple day"
on manifold 💌

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@KSENIRYarty Happy Monday ❤️