An Offer of Peace

Two hands hover, close enough to almost touch, close enough that the not touching becomes the whole story. Around them the sky burns, flame and smoke and something older than either, distress folded into color until it almost passes for beauty. At the center, the sun doubles as a sign for peace itself, light beams reaching for the hands to draw them together, to connect them. The doves don't land, they cry out, wings open against the dark, illuminating the way rather than resting in it. This piece asks what peace costs and who's still standing to receive it. The hands of the figure aren't reaching for victory. They're reaching for what's left.

Media

Video

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1DYd4SfWXtBStPA1xstu3AQgukf6fpjscP

Token ID

24