Architectural Artist by day. Urban Artist by night.

As the lights of the Stops shine bright, they illuminate not just the road ahead, but the beauty of the present moment.

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I knew it was too late. A toss up between a shouty wife who knew I needed rest and some quality family time was going to win this battle. 

The guys in the trenches would have to wait... Would they wait? 

"Hey, me help with bag, yes? You give me little coin?"

A young Spanish sounding voice emerged from the runway doors.
A scruffy looking kid with a cheeky grin and a lot of charm.
I couldn't help notice his clothes were dirty and torn, he was clearly homeless.

Two thoughts entered by head at the same time at that point. The first being, you begging little shit, I can carry my own bags and the second being... That weird kid has an iPhone!

Baggage and Beggars

Oct 10, 2024:

It was just another family vacation, the usual stress hanging over it like a storm cloud. The 5am pint of Peroni at the airport was a sweet relief, just as I remembered, calming my nerves. Two weeks in the sun, no worries at all. It was going to be pure bliss.

On my third pint, memories of the Tezos world started creeping back. The sentiment was down in the dumps, the price was tanking, but I felt calm. All coins were getting battered by user frustration; we couldn't catch a break. Marketing through social media wasn't going to fix what was fundamentally broken, so a short break made sense.

Just a week before the vacation, I'd started to re-engage with the community after some much-needed downtime. A like here, a share there, and things were picking up steam again. We hadn't disappeared; we'd just taken a breather! It was a nice thought until it was shattered by a sudden panic about maintaining momentum for our beloved project while I was away.

I began to daydream in panic mode, imagining my wife's scolding while we were supposed to be enjoying the sun. "What could be so important?" she'd say. My response, something about "the guys, the trenches," wouldn't likely be met with either A) approval or B) comprehension.

I needed something, someone, anything to help keep up momentum. Little did I know it would come in the form of a Pedro shaped savior.

tezospepe.com

Sun, Sea, and the Savior

These retro objects carve an imprint on the global consciousness and their characteristics as currency underline humanity's fleeting mark. In this world of make-believe where reality and the imaginary meld in a gift honoring life with both all its beauty and transparency.

Making Bank on Synthesiser

Making Bank on Etchosketch

Making Bank on Vinyl

Making Bank on VHS

Making Bank on Cassette

Ima wait right here.

As the world rushes by, the Stops remain steadfast, beacons of warmth and comfort in the darkness.

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In the Stops, we find a sense of peace, a sense of calm, and a sense of belonging in a world that often feels overwhelming.

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The Stops are a celebration of the beauty in the everyday, a reminder to slow down and appreciate the world around us.

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The Stops are a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of hope, a light to guide us forward.

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In the quiet of the Stops, we find a sense of introspection, a moment to reflect on our journey and our place in the world.

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The Stops are a testament to the human desire for connection, for community, and for a sense of belonging.

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The Stops are a reminder that even in the most mundane of places, there is always beauty to be found.

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In the warm glow of the Stops, we find a sense of comfort, a feeling of being wrapped in a warm hug.

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The Stops are a sanctuary, a place to escape the chaos of the world and find solace in the stillness.

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