Hana Horack-Elyafi

I think a plumber might be in order, what else do you do when the chain is blocked? Or a pest controller when you find a wild bee hive in the attic? I don’t want to have to have anything to do with any of this steeming stuff! Am I a ludite or lazy? Do I have that much gas in my system? Bad wind is crippling, no wonder babies scream! No idea what I’m on about? Non Fungible Tokens are a way of making digital art exclusive as they are part of the Ethereum blockchain cryptocurrency.

So it seems like an NFT digital selling platform is the way to go. It could certainly be the way to sell my digital art and photographs…but then that UGLY bastard, STYLE, raises it’s head and starts chasing its tail, or mine. I posted some digital work already, I guess I should add a whole gallery on this site.

Create categories of NFTs, separate myself into manageable, understandable, recognisable parts (Internal Family Systems is a very insightful approach to understanging the psyche, if you haven’t heard of it have a read) and avoid the sewage of unedited and uncensored inappropriate content that is out there. Just having a RANT.

My name isn’t Soda and I’m not usually Caustic, but where did the simple life go? Can you draw on jpgs and pngs as a source of solace? I mean a good walk in the countryside creates a well of energy and experience to which you can always reconnect, like Wordsworth reclining on his couch, remembering the “…host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine…”

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.