Six hundred Intuitives, banished to Outer Space.
Poetry is their language. Made with AI and inked by hand, one by one, by Miss AL Simpson.
Six hundred, one by one.
An excerpt. Every Soul Brd was inked once.
Ten traits, one halo
Every Soul Brd carries ten traits on the chain: her role, her ruling planet, her mood, her energy field, her skill, her adornment, her armour, her tattoos, how she speaks, and her lips.
Poetry
Space is permissionless. Blockchain is permissionless. Soul Brds are permissionless. Souls are permissionless.
Pinka Finch · No. 152
The machine could not yet see ink.
Six hundred figures from the machine, printed, and inked by hand, one by one. Every sheet is still in the studio.
Discover the process
Banished to Outer Space.
Earth was ruled by the Quantum Intelligentsia. Six hundred Intuitives who still believed in the soul were sent into space. Poetry was their language.
Discover
Poetry
Goddesses don't cry. They just stare into granite puddles of pure stardust.
Granite La La · No. 342Let a Soul Brd find you
Choose a planet, a mood and an energy field. One of the 600 answers, in her own words where she has them.
Every Soul Brd has a name.
Six hundred one-of-ones, twenty-eight roles, one hundred and ten who speak in their own words.
Discover the 600
Poetry
Head in the clouds they sneered. She smiles as her head now lies amongst the stars.
Cordia · No. 161