Women in White is an exclusive NFT collection of only 6 unique 1/1 paintings created by me, Yanik Chauvin.

Yes, only 6 NFTs! These are rarer than rare as the original oil paintings were either given to charity or destroyed. The physical art is M.I.A.!

I created these oil paintings between 1990 and 1998. I was fortunate enough to archive a digital copy! Yeah! ☺ Now they are exclusively available to you to own on the blockchain!

Again, they are only 6 of them and they are 1/1 not 1/10000. Why sell them as NFTs? For a few reasons.
1- I just want my art out there for everyone to enjoy (or not) instead of accumulating cyber dust!
2- I always want to give back with the projects I undertake (like my Lion Farming documentary) as I consider myself fortunate to be in a privileged place in my life and I know not everyone is.

Therefore, 15% of all profits from the initial sale and all future sales (10% royalties) will be donated a local women's shelter that's yet to be determined. The first donation will come once all 6 NFTs are minted and then every 6 months or when funds exceed 1 ETH (whichever comes first).

You may see the collection on OS HERE.

The initial mint price will be 0.85 ETH +gas.

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• note: the "Yanik Chauvin" watermark will not appear on the original NFT.
• all NFT owners will also receive a high resolution 300dpi jpg.

VISAGE

With eyes closed 
I see you
You are void, you are life
You caress my dark
You rip my dreams

With eyes closed
Your desert scorches my tears

REGARD

My soul is nude
My heart dreams of poppy fields
Within dreams of ecstasy

Frightened of who I have become

Pleasure is all I seek
Shivering skin In the vortex of winter's grasp
I yearn warm salty lips
A fist though my golden hair

PENSIVE

I am woman of thought and truth
Beauty found in the fragments of my peace

I voice my life of triumph and grit 
Echoes of yonder paradise afield

Shards of a pensive dichotomy
Of what I have become

So many, a plethora of pride
So few, half-empty verses of blah

In the end 
I am my own beginning 

FESSES

I turn my back to you
Not out of spite
Not out of pity

Look at my true figure 
Beneath my curved skin

My slopes are inbound
Into your remorsed musings
Of the alpha you once were

I'm now out of your reach
Forever more 
A carrot dangling 
In front of your envy

COU

The night reflects on the moon's shadow
The acolytes unite to rejoice

I am purity in white and blood
I am shyness reborn
I long for approval's bow
Granted permission through the gates of dignity

I beg myself to flourish
Through the cracks of doubt
And stretch to the altitudes of all-knowingness

The night absorbs the moon's light
The druids flutter in anticipation

CORPS

Clothes are for the weak
The tattered beings stained of fear

Remove your rags
Grant your riches
Count your steps
Among the elite and unchained

Channel the power 
Of your female eye
And hunger for your only truth

Do you not hear the chimes
Do you not praise each syllable
Naked of venom
Bathed in afterthought of eternal awe

SOLITUDE

The ever watchful sinner unveils 
The mightmare of solitude
Through the frigid glow of the orb
The orb of many lives withering into dust

But I am not longer alone
I am no longer frightened 
Of the mirrors that plague my prison

I now hold the key
In the pit of my entrails
On the balls of my feet
I curl into a ball of hope and despair