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DR. YELLOWBOOTS

Maureen Ekvall is a writer from Hull. She has written throughout her life but had never previously sought publishing. DR. YELLOW-BOOTS is the raw text from her first short story, about a mysterious man, known to all in the city of Hull, but only at nite for when the sun came up, no trace of him could ever be found.

DR. YELLOWBOOTS text remains unchanged from this first draft, captured in digital form from the original typewritten pages. However, the text has also been stored within the smart contract, rendering it a permanent reminder that this story mattered.

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DR. YELLOW-BOOTS  
By Maureen Ekvall

NOTE: This text is taken from the only draft of this tale, written on typewriter. Mistakes, errors and experiments remain a part of the story of the story and have not been edited, except for the title of Dr. Yellow-boots, which has ben rendered consistently throughout. 

Everyone who knew the nite knew Dr. Yellow-boots. He was an eccentric character, whether or not he was a rich one, the old yet ageless friend of every nite-watch copper-on-the-beat and late shift taxi driver - to mention but a few common or garden nite-hawks - to the east, west, north and south of anywhere you care to name. If two men at opposite sides of the world met and found they had the nite in common then they would doubtless in the course of conversation find that they also shared a friend in Dr. Yellow-boots. When not talking he stared out from under a battered old hat, the tip of which brushed his dusty white eyebrows which in turn brushed his ill fitting spectacles. His eyes were never still. His skin was wrinkled yet they were more the wrinkles of a babys excess fat than those of age; skin wrapped around him like a blanket, too large but comfortable. He wore an aged grey overcoat which, he insisted, had been made for him by the personal tailor to the Prince of  in the days when the Empire flourished, and a pair of tan ankle hugging boots from which his strange, yet entirely suitable name had arisen. To have called him a tramp would have been an insult, if he was a doctor of nothing more than wordeology as one man put it he was indeed deserving of a title of some sorts. Further-more, search as one might, Dr. Yellow-boots had never been seen in the light of day. To some the situation was ominous: some said he was a vampire: some said he was a ghost. But to most, Dr. Yellow-boots merely was. Everyone accepted him and the scene would have been quite incomplete without him. Sometimes he would vanish for weeks on end, no-one knew to where, but always Dr. Yellow-boots was and always had been. It never occurred to anyone that one dawn he would disappear and never return. Only Dr. Yellow-boots himself knew that he was not and never had been eternal - he had just been around the nite for longer than most. Even the cruelly down to earth copper would not accept him as a tramp. They said he had enough money stashed away to buy the police force if he set his mind to it and at times no doubt wished he would. Even the most acute minded detective constable would not risk his reputation on a hazarded guess as to where the Dr. Went when the first rays of dawn marauded the nite and the man himself had a different answer each time the question was posed. Summer painted the doctors face deep brown, to match his eyes; eyes that twinkled whatever the weather thro the dusty lenses of the before-mentioned ill-fitting spectacles. In the summer his face appear to be moulded out of clay and in the winter chiselled out of granite. Apart from that Dr. Yellow-boots was reasonless: he never changed his clothes or his expression of mil surprise; never altered the tone of his voice or the pace at which he silently circumnavigated the buildings untidy men had dropped in his path, for it seemed that Dr. Yellow-boots route had been plotted first. 

Folk had long since ceased to wonder if the human race had bestowed upon Dr. Yellow-boots a name more common to mankind at large. To discover that he had been christened Fred would, to say the least, have more than somewhat killed the image which was, as a matter of fact, macabre. A man of definite regal bearing he was neither tramp nor confidence trickster merely, or so was the common opinion, a man of the world no longer satisfied with the day. The nite, he had once remarked to a fascinated taxi-driver, had no shadows; altho precisely what that had meant in relation to himself no-one was clever enough to deduce and they could not have shown ignorance enough to question a statement that was so obviously true. 
Dr. Yellow-boots had, in his time, done many strange & wonderful things; so many in fact that his age was a matter for the most serious debate; but the truth or otherwise of his stories was of little consequence: they lived, whether or not anyone or thing other than the Drs imagination had given them birth was not, as has been remarked upon, of any significance. 

Dr. Yellow-boots walked with his hands tucked firmly in the pockets of his bespoke overcoat. Some said that he clutched in their depths a wad of ten-pound notes which suggestion, however, could never be proved or otherwise as the overcoat never left this body, his body never left the lands of the conscious and the state of his finances consequently remained a mystery.

Never bowed, his head always tiled proudly high, demanding respect and an open ear. There was an aura about him: something concrete that insisted he be deferred to - deferring to the doctor seemed the obvious thing to do. 

The elements had signed their names on the face of Dr. Yellow-boots.

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Galbraith.eth - BRAVE NEW WORLD

On Nov 7th, 2020, I was invited to talk on a panel with esteemed guests @m1guelpf, @StaniKulechov & @0xKofi.

It was NFTLDN ran by some amazing people, some of which evolved into the awesome @WeAreNFTUK

The subject: The Future of Web3

At that moment, my life changed forever.

During that talk, I learned so much, but also felt I had a little to give.

I tried to raise a bit of that passion deep within to talk of our future:

- Of the power to do good.  
- Of being excited AND afraid.  
- Of building a better world.

And I think it worked.

It was life changing.

I knew I was onto something, and I knew there was no going back.

Posting the video online its on 21k views and still going, and I hope it has helped a few people along the way.

Now I wanted to share this speech with everyone, so mint, and join me, in this BRAVE NEW WORLD.  


The Now Pass is the key to the nft now ecosystem, also known as the Now Network. The Now Pass exists to empower creators and build the future of tokenized media.

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VOICE GEMS

In 2021, Herbert W. Franke and Harry Yeff started a conversation about the concept of VOICE GEMS and an audio-visual collaboration. Franke suggested using the lyrics of ASTROPOETICON because they are a minimalist and associative approach to language that could have been created by an AI. These lyrics were frozen as gemstones, the VOICE GEMS ASTROPOETICON, created by Herbert W. Franke, Harry Yeff, Trung Bao and an AI. (The first three 1/1s have been minted and collected in 2021.)

The lyrics used for the VOICE GEMS ASTROPOETICON (DESTINATION IN UNCERTAINTY) belong to a cycle of 16 poems called ASTROPOETICON. Written by Franke in 1979 to be published in a book alongside artworks by German space artist Andreas Nottebohm, he voiced them on the occasion of his 80th birthday in 2007. 

Every voice is unique, and with that comes unique fingerprint-like data that can be used for bespoke and human centred generative design. Harry Yeff (aka REEPS100) and Trung Bao have developed a voice-centred generative system utilising data found in a human voice to synthesise the artworks form and colour. Features like pitch, resonance, harmonics and pace sculpt 200 000 particle data points in a simulated digital space. The VOICE GEMS series is a vibrant, unprecedented meditation highlighting remarkable and influential voices. Each VOICE GEM is added to the VOICE GEMS: 1000 Year archive. 

Herbert W. Franke (19272022) was a pioneer of computer art who anticipated the metaverse. For several decades, he separated three lives: the caver and scientist; the artist and curator; and the science fiction author. In the early 1950s, caving led him to experiment with light and technology. He kept his curiosity throughout his life; it was his drive to examine new technologies for their artistic potential. His pioneering spirit made him one of the first computer artists who was more than six decades ahead of his time. In 1979, he co-founded Ars Electronica. Franke has been called the most prominent German science fiction writer by Die Zeit, and a short story fireworker by the FAZ. In 2022, his first NFT Drop MATH ART sold out within 30 seconds on Quantum, and he was the headliner at the Tezos Booth at Art Basel with MONDRIAN, a work from 1979. Herbert W. Franke died on July 16, 2022, at the age of 95, leaving behind an extensive oeuvre.

Presented by EXPANDED.ART in collaboration with art meets science  Foundation Herbert W. Franke and ELEMENTUM.ART on the occasion of Herbert W. Frankes solo show CODED BEAUTY at EXPANDED.ART in Berlin. The art meets science  Foundation Herbert W. Franke will use their portion of the sales for a designated purpose: translating significant texts by Herbert W. Franke to English and making them publicly available.



ASTROPOETICON DESTINATION IN UNCERTAINTY by Herbert W. Franke  
Destination in uncertainty 	
solar sail unfolded  
ride on the ion beam  
home port: beyond space and time  
sensors, directed to the void 
signals from the dark field  
circuits on hold 
ice crystals in the cells  
veins without blood  
memory wiped out  
the past: obliterated  
existence between dream and death  
will there be an awakening?  
will there be any hope  
in front: clouds and cosmic dust  
behind it maybe  
a galaxy 
star systems, suns  
planets bathed in warmth and light -  
wake-up call from the tape  
uncharted territory!  
behind it, perhaps:  
a void  


HERBERT W. FRANKE - VOICE GEMS ASTROPOETICON (DESTINATION IN UNCERTAINTY)

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This AI-generated poem uses a bespoke fine-tuned version of GPT3 (called Warpland), biased towards writing poetry that reflects on Black life. This poem meditates on the historical and contemporary racial tensions underlying the sociopolitical structures in the United States. 

Lillian-Yvonne Bertram, curator of Warpland, is an African American writer, poet, artist, and educator who works at the intersection of computation, AI, race, and gender. Their fifth book, Negative Money, is forthcoming from Soft Skull Press in 2023.

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KNDL by KEVIN ABOSCH (2023)

Synthetic Photographic Animation / AI trained on artist's own photographs and rendered through subversion of otherwise reliable algorithms. 

This work was created as a gift to collectors of OPEN EDITION by KEVIN ABOSCH on the occasion of Valentine's Day 2023.

KNDL by KEVIN ABOSCH

Panorama Landscapes by Godwits

Title: Panorama Landscapes  
Artist: Godwits  
Year: 2023  
Smart Contract By: Manifold  
Artist Royalty: 7.5%  

Panorama Landscapes is my homage to precisionism + minimalism in collaboration with AI to offer a dynamic multi-series collection of paintings in 2023.  

There are no roadmap, schedule or promises. Just art being shared with other art enthusiasts. % of the artist royalty (7.5%) from the secondary will be used to fund the airdrop & mints.   
 
*This is a dynamic collection so anything can happen in the future.  

Limited to personal non-commercial use and resale rights of NFT are granted.  
All other terms & rights are reserved to Abstract Art Labs LLC

Panorama Landscapes 159

OPEN EDITION BY KEVIN ABOSCH is the artist's contribution to the discussion pertaining to the fashion of open editions. Referencing the aesthetic of his own COMMENT-OUT series from 2021, Kevin Abosch presents his first open-editioned artwork and will leave it to collectors to speculate as to why he chose to create this work and how it will be valued. Be prepared for the unexpected.