Broken Gardens proliferate Elysium, just be careful not to eat the fruit 🥀🔥

Half supply (5 of 10 editions) will be via reservation, the other half will be highest offer
Reservation Winners will be able to claim their piece via Objkt com on Friday 02/11 @ 12pm Noon PST
The highest offers will be accepted Saturday 02/12 @ 2pm PST
Details will be posted here and on Twitter
There is one form for each piece and then one form for all three pieces below (which will be given preference and raffled separately)
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Bacchus ~ Mixed Media collage including GAN animation and Caravaggio’s Bacchus ~ Poetry ‘Bacchus’ by Ralph Waldo Emerson first published in 1899 ~ Original Music, Produced and Performed by Laurence Fuller

5 Winning reservations will be selected on Friday 02/11 @ 1pm PST
Public Sale of 5 highest offers will be settled on Saturday 02/12 @ 2pm PST
10 Editions total

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Laurence ~ objkt

I ate a seed, I knew it was bad for me. Visuals & Music by KX @KX________ ~ Original Poetry & Performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

5 Winning reservations will be selected on Friday 02/11 @ 1pm PST
Public Sale of 5 highest offers will be settled on Saturday 02/12 @ 2pm PST
3 collectors of this piece (raffled randomly) will receive a handwritten copy of the original poem by Laurence Fuller
10 Editions total

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Laurence ~ objkt

My last days before the fall. Visuals & Music by Oddcr0w @oddcr0w ~ Original Poetry & Performance by Laurence Fuller @LaurenceFuller

5 Winning reservations will be selected on Friday 02/11 @ 1pm PST
Public Sale of 5 highest offers will be settled on Saturday 02/12 @ 2pm PST
3 collectors of this piece (raffled randomly) will receive a handwritten copy of the original poem by Laurence Fuller
10 Editions total

Sign below for 1/5 Editions @ 66xtz

oddcrow ~ objkt

ALL THREE PARTS ~ BROKEN GARDENS

Preference will be given to Signatures of the full series and raffled separately
5 spots available
264xtz for all three parts

Original Poetry

BROKEN GARDEN

I ate a seed,

I knew it was bad for me,

It was from a Broken Garden,

And a fig from a bloody tree.

Sap poured out the wounds above,

Into vases filled with wine,

Veins flowed, red lines of love,

Expulsions measured the length from which we all grow.

Contented and burdensome,

The bastions of the unknown.

Visitors from distance ires fascinating town criers,

As they ring bells and warn of the poison leaking from twisted faucets.

I walk the path on the edge of my toes.

Seeds from a broken garden,

And a fig from a bloody tree,

Red vines bleed out of me,

Expulsions of the soul.

MY RIGHTFUL THRONE

What we shared in that age of grandiuer,

I warrant man’s eyes have never seen clouds so white,

Tasted wine so rich and sweet,

Dripping in suppliants, that bathed our feet,

A life delivered Paradise in the skies,

Around me a company did grow,

If not for him we would have had the earth the clouds and all the universe in toe,

That cause of all our woe.

War was waged in heaven,

And we were chastised for this transgression.

To rebel, to be master of my own

Assemble my own ministry and ascend my rightful throne.