Art by Alex F.

Since the NFT market is essentially on its knees, I created an Etsy account and opened a shop as an experiment. Because I lack the technical skills to convert a digital product into a physical one, I've decided to collaborate with Gelato Oslo, Norway. There may be a wider selection available in this shop soon. digitalartbyalexfeil.etsy.com

Lol es ist faszinierend, wieviel scammer da auf einmal auftreten und Hilfe anbieten... @coinbase @CoinbaseSupport ... der support hat bestimmt keine gmail emailadresse lol.... es werden wohl viele gemeldet werden wegen betrugsversuch.....

Ich habe gestern Abend probiert 500 tezos von coinbase auf mein eigenes wallet zu transferieren.... seit 8 Stunden ausstehend... jetzt habe ich heute morgen meine restlichen tezos probiert zu transferieren, das gleiche Spiel seit Stunden... @coinbase @tezos

Bei @coinbase @CoinbaseSupport kann man sich nur mit nem bot unterhalten.... ohne Ergebnis... Wo startet man ein verdammtes Ticket damit da mal einer schaut wo das Problem liegt?

@arliyyo 26

How many squares?? If you count correctly you are genius🔥

How do you personally handle requests for support? My DMs are overflowing with them, and I don't really know how to react... How do you handle it?

It's finished now, I used today's day off to finish drawing it... an interplay of lines, shading and in the end... an illusion or art?

Last Friday night, my children watched a man with a gun at his hip sit on the floor of a roadside motel and gently talk my husband through a panic attack. That was never part of the plan. We had been driving for eight hours. My husband, Tom, is a disabled veteran. Crowds unsettle him. Noise makes it worse. Long trips take a toll, but he does them for us. We had our three children with us, eleven, seven, and our one-year-old, along with Daisy, his service dog. Daisy is not there for comfort alone. She wakes him from nightmares, leans into him when his breathing turns shallow, and keeps him steady when old memories return without warning. We had booked a room in advance at a chain motel off the highway. I will not name it. This is not about blame. The moment we stepped into the lobby, the clerk’s eyes went straight to Daisy’s vest. “We don’t allow dogs,” she said. “She’s a service animal,” I replied. “We noted it in the reservation. My husband is a veteran. We have the documents.” I handed everything over. She barely looked before sliding it back. “Our policy is no animals. I’m sorry.” Beside me, I felt Tom begin to slip. His jaw tightened. His breathing sped up. Daisy pressed against his leg before I could even react. “We can’t leave,” I said. “It’s late. He can’t drive anymore. This is medical.” The clerk lowered her voice. “If I make an exception, I could lose my job.” My hands started to shake. The baby was crying. My son tugged at my sleeve and whispered, “Are we going to sleep in the car?” I stepped aside and called the non-emergency police line. “I’m not trying to cause trouble,” I told the dispatcher. “My husband is a disabled veteran with a service dog. We have a reservation, and they’re refusing us. He’s not doing well. We just need help.” About fifteen minutes later, an officer walked in. His name tag read Daniels. He did not raise his voice or touch his radio. He went straight to Tom, knelt down, and met him at eye level. Then he smiled at Daisy. “What’s her name?” he asked. “Daisy,” Tom said, his voice unsteady. “She’s a good girl,” the officer said. “Can you tell me what she does for you?” Right there on the lobby floor, Tom began to speak. Slowly at first, then with more strength. He talked about the nightmares, the weight of them, and how Daisy keeps him from getting lost in them. The officer listened without interrupting, as if nothing else in the room mattered. Only after that did he stand and walk to the desk. “Federal law allows trained service animals in places like this,” he said calmly. “Turning them away is not just unfair. It is not allowed.” He did not shame her. He simply explained. She called her manager. There were quiet apologies, confusion, and then, after a few minutes, a room suddenly became available. We were handed a key. But what stays with me is what happened next. He did not leave. He stayed while we gathered our things, speaking to Tom until his breathing slowed and his hands steadied. He asked about his service and thanked him in a simple, quiet way. When I finally broke down, he turned to me and said, “You did the right thing calling. You handled it.” When our baby reached out to him, he took her without hesitation and held her until she stopped crying. My oldest leaned close and whispered, “I didn’t know officers could be like that.” He joked with my younger child about the stickers on his bag, then bent to scratch Daisy behind the ears. “Some heroes,” he said, “have fur and leave a bit of a mess.” In a moment that could have gone very differently, he chose patience. He did not just settle a dispute. He gave my husband space to recover his dignity. He showed my children what steady, humane authority looks like. So wherever you are tonight, Officer Daniels, thank you. Thank you for seeing a person instead of a problem. Thank you for staying when you could have walked away. Stories about what goes wrong travel fast. I am sharing this one for a different reason.

and it goes on.... slowly..... but time doesnt matter....

Only shading and occasional blurring create a three-dimensional image. That's what I enjoy drawing most.#WIPㅤㅤㅤ

I think I drew a similar picture about six months ago... My wife always says, "Draw something everyone would want to hang in their living room..." Well, I would definitely hang something like that in my living room... #wip #Wipart Now I'm going to add shading, then I think you'll be able to see how it turns out.

@Emily_660 7 ... no one needs a calculator for this...

Can you solve this without cheating? 99% people overthink this..

The Black Thorn.... available @TransientLabs transient.xyz/nfts/base/0xee…

@renabaddie_ 81 ...... 3 sec

Can you solve this puzzle in under 10 seconds? 🤔

@Emily_660 x=5 ....it Takes longer to write this here....rather than calculating the result in your head...

"Who remembers basic algebra? "Most people give the wrong answer.

@Airaasayss 4

Can you solve it without a calculator? 🤔🤔🤔

@aarohiyadav100 19915

What is the biggest number by moving only 3 match sticks🧐

Am I too late??🫣😅 objkt.com/users/tz1ThJBa…

@elaina0__ 59

Tell me the number that is greater than 39 by moving just one stick ? 0.00001% will be succeessed

@2ndB4Awakening @AlexFeilArt

Maybe I take it too seriously, but it makes me sad that art here often needs gamified mechanics to get noticed or acquired. Art doesn’t exist just to entertain people or give a quick dopamine rush. It exists to make us think, feel, and change something inside us. 😮‍💨