Exploring what ties us together.
(Dis)entanglement, a generative art algorithm from @onlygenerated.
Launching on @artblocks_io Factory on July 11th, 1pm EST.
@C0inAlchemist @ScoobydoobyDAO The plan is to have one story for each image, with one or two stories published daily. My current thinking is to write the initial batch myself (say one month's worth), and then commission one or more professional writers to do the rest. Maybe some airdropped NFTs for owners?
This is awesome. Seriously considering letting owners tell their own tweet-sized stories. What would your story be? Would you care to share it along with your chosen image?
@C0inAlchemist@onlydisentangle These are lovely, with sooooo much variety. Took me a while to find the one that resonated with my relationship, but I couldn't be happier with it.
Rinkeby #8: OLD. That’s what /r/datingoverforty called it. She only had 2 dick pics sent to her so far. But date #1 was somehow even worse than that. Half a drink into her return to the dating pool, she was ready to throw in the towel.
Rinkeby #7: Last night in Key West. Her friends dragged her to the place with the frozen hurricanes on tap. He tried a pick-up line on her there, then followed them to the club next door. Why weren’t the guys at RISD this forward? Too busy quoting McLuhan, she decided.
Upcoming Drops
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07-Jul at 4PM: I Saw It In A Dream
by @StevePikelny
09-Jul at 4PM: Low Tide
by @AndyShawCoNz & Artem Verkhovskiy
10-Jul at 7PM: Spaghettification
by @ctrlshiftmake
11-Jul at 5PM: (Dis)entanglement
by @onlygenerated
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Rinkeby #1: The hammers can be loud or soft, but always discrete. Consistent. He wrote her a song, she put it to paper. A couple eighth notes, but mostly quarters and halves. They both played it on the keyboard when the other was away. Always at the same tempo.
Rinkeby #59: It felt natural, even though things were going so quickly. In the past, there was always something that didn’t quite fit, like a stubborn overcoat with mismatched buttons. Lately he felt like a quick-change artist discovering zippers for the very first time.
Rinkeby #42: Trying to conceive left them emotionally scarred, but this new shared creation brought brightness to the surface, forging a tighter bond than ever before. Newborns used to strike him as universally ugly, but now he understood. She was beautiful.
Rinkeby #63: This time was supposed to be different. She’d stand her ground. Go at her own pace. But he was more persistent than the others. Some call courtship a dance, but theirs was a log roll. A few quick steps, and she tumbled in. He dove in after her.
Rinkeby #53: It would never be anything more than a hookup. They were mirrors of each other, but she saw too much reflected back. She longed for the polished metal mirror of the gas station. Sure, the graffiti scars would be there, but at least it was shatter-proof.
Rinkeby #68: She was a collection of razored confections. Peppermint sticks honed to spear tips. Sugar-dipped daggers staring him down, daring him now to take a step closer.
Rinkeby #33: Two kids were plenty to juggle, but he couldn’t help thinking he got lucky in life. Of course he was lucky. Privileged white suburban male lucky. It felt like a bubble that would pop at any moment. Which one of them would be the pin?
Rinkeby #0: Amid many moving parts, they made time for their shared passion - each other. Despite dropping the yoga class and the weekly girl’s night, it still felt like anything more would bring all the spinning plates crashing to the ground. And now he’s talking about kids?
Rinkeby #36: A few glances in the hallway lingered long enough to suggest a possibility. The back porch at the house party removed all doubt. He knew it was a lost cause, though. They said their parents were even more psycho than his. He was going to Amherst in the Fall, anyway.
Rinkeby #9: They are the power couple, always looking perfect together from the outside. It's early, so they can still fool themselves, but it's starting to dawn on them that whatever spark was once there is now gone.