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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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
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
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
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
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
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
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