Soy @ToshiArte
Hice esta cuenta para publicar fotos, cosas locas y cosas en español. Si me encuentras aquí y te gusta mi trabajo, ve también a mi cuenta principal, hay cosas mucho más geniales allí.
📍 Art helped me heal. I needed music. I had to move. I got jiggly with @Ludacris I needed to dance to heal from #lupus. I need music. It’s required for me to do art. Luda taught me that with my FoShizzle collection. But you gotta tip the hat to @SnoopDogg first. 🫶🏽 💨
Fo Shizzle, oil pastel on mixed media, 2023. This was drawn to Southern Hospitality. #deliriumart #npsle
The Taco Tuesday Challenge 🌮
Today, the only mandate is Tacos.
We want to see the most epic, delicious, ridiculous, or conceptually profound TACOs in your style.
Your Mission: Quote this with your best Taco art or concept and tell us your single, favorite filling.
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#tacotuesday #tacos #aiartcommunity
Cardboard Dolls / Muñecos de Cartón
Criticism through metaphors:
The "cardboard puppets" pulling the strings of power in Ecuador while real people bear the weight.
I don’t support parties. I support the people.
An artist has the responsibility to use their medium to say what hurts, to question, to never stay silent.
Because if creativity isn’t used to awaken consciences, what’s it for?
This video was created 100% with AI, by me and incredible tools and software.
Tools used:
🎨 @midjourney
🎥 #GrokImagine #veo3_1
💻 @creativecloud
🎧 @suno
This is not just a video.
It’s my voice, my tool, my duty as a creator.
Responsibility or silence?
¿Responsabilidad o silencio?
English translation:
There’s no hero, no villain, just painted cardboard.
The people are not puppets: they’re flesh, they’re bone, they’re a scream that splits the lie right down the middle.
In the palace of cardboard the kings take their seats, Sixto, Borja, Mahuad, Noboa, Gutiérrez. They promise gold and deliver misery, then fly away with full bellies. Correa, Moreno, Lasso, and Bucaram, same costume, same filthy lie.
Cardboard puppets, all the same!
They bend in the wind, they burn in the fire. Cardboard puppets, all alike! Presidents and gangs, one single game.
On the streets of cardboard the beasts start to roar, demanding “vaccine” money and killing those who can’t pay, while the cop looks the other way.
The judge signs papers, the priest says mass, the journalist shuts up if they give him a visa.
Cardboard puppets, all the same! They bend in the wind, they burn in the fire. Cardboard puppets, all alike! Deputies and narcos, one single game.
#AIArt #Ecuador #SocialResponsibility #ConsciousArt
"Hold still, brother. The light has arrived."
The scene is perfect: the knight, armored and solemn, bent over the dying squire. The cross glows, promising eternal peace.
But this is Amia, and the ultimate tragedy is never visible. The squire's wounds were not dealt by the enemy; they were dealt by the knight that now cradles him.
The knight's vow was absolute: he swore to end the squire's pain and ensure he never saw the true collapse of the kingdom.
The cross is not a blessing; it is the witness to a final, tragic act of mercy. The knight knows his duty demands not survival, but the cessation of agony. The embrace is the ultimate betrayal of friendship, made necessary by the ultimate betrayal of the world. The dying man finds comfort in the light; the knight finds only the cold weight of his broken soul.
Mercy or Betrayal: Which one is the sharper knife?
#Amia #shortstories #MedievalFantasy #Knight
The Winged Sisters
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The fever is the least of his worries. This is the Final Rites of Amia, where the only beings powerful enough to intervene are those who have paid the highest price.
She is a Winged Sister, offering a miracle not of grace, but of agonizing extraction. The light emanating from the man’s chest is his soul, desperately struggling against the foreign entity that possessed him.
The ritual is simple: the Winged Sister pulls the affliction out, but the cost of the intervention is always the same, the patient's memory, his ability to love, and the fragile peace of his mind. He will live, but the man he was will be left on the floor of this ruined room. In Amia, salvation is never free; it is merely a complex, terrible transaction.
Salvation or Memory: Which one is the greater price to pay?
#nunday #sundayvibes #Amia #angel
The Oath of the Orc Sisters
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This is the Sisterhood of the Stone Vow, a congregation of the fiercest souls in Amia. They stand on the highest hill, offering a blessing not of grace, but of absolute, chilling certainty. They are the guardians of the final law: what you take, you must pay back.
Their blessing is a warning: they see the chaos of the world and pray for your survival, but only so you can honor the full weight of your debts. Their eyes, cold and relentless, know every secret you keep and every vow you broke. The white habit represents the purity of their ledger; the fierce faces ensure that the price is collected. Receive their blessing, it is a terrible promise that you will not escape the consequences of your own life.
#Amia #Nunday #blessings #sundayvibes