SuperRare Weekly Update: December 6th, 2019 – Pixura

💥 Creative Call-Out of the Week!

This week we wanted to highlight a recent Cent post by collector JustMatthew that we thought was incredible. The post was released on Thanksgiving day as an homage to SuperRare bidding wars and features collectors RobnessCyberpop, Tokenangels and VK_Crypto:

Summer

On a mild, mid-summer’s morning, awakening in the penthouse suite to a panoramic view of the morning calm, he feels a cold sweat begin to spread up his body and nip at the nape of his neck.

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“Sir, shall I take your order?” Snapping out from the velvety fog of distraction he briefly glances at the menu cover, and rotely rattles off the same combination of dishes he always has: A++ Hanwoo tartare to start followed by sardine sashimi, light on the pepper — oh and a bottle of 40 proof 一品 안동 소주. Shaking his head softly as the waitress sprints back to the pass, he raises his arm, platinum watch scraping lovely against the wooden beads of his Buddhist bracelet, and begins to massage his temples, eyes closed tight. Except for his beating Swiss heart, the world fades away and again he falls into that warm gray sphere of nothingness. The clatter of the first course being laid out snaps him back to reality, and then he sees…

The gmail alert that shatters his world:

You’ve been outbid by @RobnessCyberpop! 😵

Fall

A man walks alone along 5th Ave. passing the Museum of Natural History. His bearing aimed at the rusted memory of this town. The brisk fall wind ruffles his red and black lumberjack flannel collar protruding slightly outside a grease-stained olive-colored canvas jacket. Hands stuffed deep in faded, well worn blue jeans he looks up to his left at the washed-out seven-story brick apartment building and continues on.

Descending down a narrow tree-lined dirt path behind the university, dead leaves crunching underfoot, he heads toward the clouds evanescently frothing out from a factory. Nearby a bridge, it’s 1970’s sickly yellow paint scarred with dark cold iron veins forged by death, he stands beneath. Staring out at the horizon, warm majestic red and golden hues fill his periphery. A tear suddenly forms, wavering, then while convalescing in the corner of his eye, the sound of steel grinding enamel overtakes his soul.

And then it hits him.

You’ve been outbid by @tokenangels! 😵

Winter

He was a long wispy fellow.

Always there but never noticed; a mere afterthought. An apparition. Aloof to the whole social process. Sad, sappy, stagnant was he.

In church, 8 o’clock — no — no, it was 9 o’clock service at a local church, when in walked his shadow. Greasy locks of hair the daggers of his soul shielding his eyes — that is if he even had any; no one could really tell.

Who bore such a thing. What vile creatures bear the same family name?

It was around half past the hour and a cry was heard from the bell tower overhead. From the icy depths of hell, a shriek resounded within the souls of all. The already fragile flames of the delicate candles extinguished in unison.

Glassy eyed and solemn all stood and began to head to the origins of the death to see what they already knew. A new gmail alert:

You’ve been outbid by @VK_Crypto! 😵

Spring

Next to the white paint chippin’ fence towers a 19th-century barn stable. In front, we’re sittin’ on a grassy with few weeds, shaded incline. Our bikes leaning against the fence, we recline on our arms, occasionally throwing longing glances into one another’s sadness tinged eyes after long moments of staring at the dirt beneath us, picturesque farmland sprawling out ahead of our periphery, or round the bend as the rumble or purr of a vehicle approaches.

She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Her freckled porcelain hands clasp the de-pettled stem of a spring magnolia; precious fingers slowly whittle the stem down as a silk gloved May breeze rustles both our sweat tinged locks.

Summer is rapidly approaching and our time together is being swept away just as quickly. We both know it.

This is our last day together. And then I see it:

Your bid was accepted! 🎉

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