Wolf Sixsix
@wolfinshadows.bsky.social
I'm an artist. Most of my posts are my artwork and they are probably for sale, so if you are interested just let me know!
18x24 inches acrylic on canvas "Brother and Sister" by me!
February 21, 2025 at 11:16 PM
18x24 inches acrylic on canvas "Brother and Sister" by me!
A surreal vision unfolds, otherworldly birds under a glowing moon a neon sunset with purple trees, and a rodent-like creature staring into the unknown A black sphere with eerie green lettering carves a hole into reality with a laser of light What secrets does it hold? Acrylic on canvas, 18x24 inches
February 19, 2025 at 10:28 PM
A surreal vision unfolds, otherworldly birds under a glowing moon a neon sunset with purple trees, and a rodent-like creature staring into the unknown A black sphere with eerie green lettering carves a hole into reality with a laser of light What secrets does it hold? Acrylic on canvas, 18x24 inches
The Loving Mother – A surreal 18x24” acrylic painting exploring the paradox of care. A green form with alien-like fingers nurtures watchful blue beings, their eyes locked in silent communion. Love, both gentle and forceful, takes shape in this visionary work. #SurrealArt #VisionaryArt #WolfinShadows
February 19, 2025 at 3:46 AM
The Loving Mother – A surreal 18x24” acrylic painting exploring the paradox of care. A green form with alien-like fingers nurtures watchful blue beings, their eyes locked in silent communion. Love, both gentle and forceful, takes shape in this visionary work. #SurrealArt #VisionaryArt #WolfinShadows
New painting I made acrylic on canvas 18x24 inches. A symphony of color! 🎨 This abstract acrylic painting explodes with vibrant hues of neon pink, turquoise, and more. Find joy in the unexpected with this playful and thought-provoking piece. #abstractart #acrylicpainting #colortherapy #joy
January 28, 2025 at 7:47 AM
New painting I made acrylic on canvas 18x24 inches. A symphony of color! 🎨 This abstract acrylic painting explodes with vibrant hues of neon pink, turquoise, and more. Find joy in the unexpected with this playful and thought-provoking piece. #abstractart #acrylicpainting #colortherapy #joy
Wings against the storm. A glimpse of freedom in a world of chaos. The Junco, a blur of motion, a fleeting reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always the possibility of flight. #art #painting #nature #hope #resistance
January 26, 2025 at 9:56 PM
Wings against the storm. A glimpse of freedom in a world of chaos. The Junco, a blur of motion, a fleeting reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always the possibility of flight. #art #painting #nature #hope #resistance
Bartholomew the bat, round as a ball,
Hoarded berries, he'd greedily maul.
Too fat to fly, he felt a deep shame,
Shared his hoard, and regained his fame.
Hoarded berries, he'd greedily maul.
Too fat to fly, he felt a deep shame,
Shared his hoard, and regained his fame.
January 26, 2025 at 5:47 AM
Bartholomew the bat, round as a ball,
Hoarded berries, he'd greedily maul.
Too fat to fly, he felt a deep shame,
Shared his hoard, and regained his fame.
Hoarded berries, he'd greedily maul.
Too fat to fly, he felt a deep shame,
Shared his hoard, and regained his fame.
The sky, a canvas, painted with serenity,
Belies the turmoil, the earth's deep anxiety.
A fragile peace, a delicate facade,
While whispers of discord, a mournful cascade,
Echo through the leaves, a chilling refrain,
A reminder of the ever-present pain. #art #humanity #reflection #philosophy #poetry
Belies the turmoil, the earth's deep anxiety.
A fragile peace, a delicate facade,
While whispers of discord, a mournful cascade,
Echo through the leaves, a chilling refrain,
A reminder of the ever-present pain. #art #humanity #reflection #philosophy #poetry
January 26, 2025 at 5:31 AM
The sky, a canvas, painted with serenity,
Belies the turmoil, the earth's deep anxiety.
A fragile peace, a delicate facade,
While whispers of discord, a mournful cascade,
Echo through the leaves, a chilling refrain,
A reminder of the ever-present pain. #art #humanity #reflection #philosophy #poetry
Belies the turmoil, the earth's deep anxiety.
A fragile peace, a delicate facade,
While whispers of discord, a mournful cascade,
Echo through the leaves, a chilling refrain,
A reminder of the ever-present pain. #art #humanity #reflection #philosophy #poetry
The raven, architect of the pyre, stands defiant amidst the inferno. Its obsidian feathers gleam with an inner light, unafraid of the flames that consume the old. From the ashes, a symphony of creation will rise, a testament to the raven's will. #art, #humanity, #reflection, #philosophy
January 26, 2025 at 5:24 AM
The raven, architect of the pyre, stands defiant amidst the inferno. Its obsidian feathers gleam with an inner light, unafraid of the flames that consume the old. From the ashes, a symphony of creation will rise, a testament to the raven's will. #art, #humanity, #reflection, #philosophy
The wolf, a solitary hunter, yet bound by an intricate web of kinship. We are individuals, yet interconnected. We can learn from the wolf pack – to find strength in unity, to support each other in the face of adversity. #art, #humanity, #reflection, #philosophy, #socialcommentary
January 26, 2025 at 5:04 AM
The wolf, a solitary hunter, yet bound by an intricate web of kinship. We are individuals, yet interconnected. We can learn from the wolf pack – to find strength in unity, to support each other in the face of adversity. #art, #humanity, #reflection, #philosophy, #socialcommentary
The universe is a symphony of chaos and order, a dance between destruction and creation. We are but a single note, yet within us lies the potential for a harmonious chorus. Let us find our rhythm, and together, create a melody that resonates with the cosmos. #art, #humanity, #reflection, #philosophy
January 26, 2025 at 4:48 AM
The universe is a symphony of chaos and order, a dance between destruction and creation. We are but a single note, yet within us lies the potential for a harmonious chorus. Let us find our rhythm, and together, create a melody that resonates with the cosmos. #art, #humanity, #reflection, #philosophy
Fractured mirrors reflect a distorted reality. But within each shard, a glimpse of the whole remains. We are broken, yes, but not beyond repair. We can mend the cracks, and in the process, discover a beauty we never knew existed. #art, #humanity, #reflection, #philosophy, #socialcommentary
January 26, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Fractured mirrors reflect a distorted reality. But within each shard, a glimpse of the whole remains. We are broken, yes, but not beyond repair. We can mend the cracks, and in the process, discover a beauty we never knew existed. #art, #humanity, #reflection, #philosophy, #socialcommentary
The seeds of chaos lie within order, and the whispers of hope reside in the depths of despair. We are a tapestry woven from light and shadow, capable of both immense beauty and profound destruction. Let us choose to cultivate the garden within.#art #humanity #reflection #philosophy #socialcommentary
January 26, 2025 at 4:39 AM
The seeds of chaos lie within order, and the whispers of hope reside in the depths of despair. We are a tapestry woven from light and shadow, capable of both immense beauty and profound destruction. Let us choose to cultivate the garden within.#art #humanity #reflection #philosophy #socialcommentary
The ancients saw gods in the stars, we see only satellites. They found magic in the whispers of the wind, we hear only the drone of engines. Have we traded wonder for control, and in doing so, lost ourselves?
January 26, 2025 at 4:32 AM
The ancients saw gods in the stars, we see only satellites. They found magic in the whispers of the wind, we hear only the drone of engines. Have we traded wonder for control, and in doing so, lost ourselves?
We built towers that scraped the sky, yet our souls still dwell in the caves of our own making. We yearn for connection, yet our words are weapons. We crave peace, yet our hands tremble with the weight of violence. Is this progress?
January 26, 2025 at 4:30 AM
We built towers that scraped the sky, yet our souls still dwell in the caves of our own making. We yearn for connection, yet our words are weapons. We crave peace, yet our hands tremble with the weight of violence. Is this progress?
The cave paintings whisper of dreams, of unity, of a dance with the unknown. Now, we paint our cities with shadows – shadows of greed, of fear, of a forgotten harmony. Are we truly evolving, or merely circling back to the primal urges that almost consumed us?
January 26, 2025 at 4:28 AM
The cave paintings whisper of dreams, of unity, of a dance with the unknown. Now, we paint our cities with shadows – shadows of greed, of fear, of a forgotten harmony. Are we truly evolving, or merely circling back to the primal urges that almost consumed us?
History will remember us as the species that had it all—the stars, the tools, the mind—and chose to let it slip away for fleeting power and endless conflict.
January 26, 2025 at 4:21 AM
History will remember us as the species that had it all—the stars, the tools, the mind—and chose to let it slip away for fleeting power and endless conflict.
There’s a whole universe waiting for us to grow up, but instead, we shrink into ourselves, fighting over the dust we’ll all return to.
January 26, 2025 at 4:20 AM
There’s a whole universe waiting for us to grow up, but instead, we shrink into ourselves, fighting over the dust we’ll all return to.
The stars were never the limit—our small minds were. Instead of chasing infinity, we’re content chasing each other’s destruction. How profoundly backwards.
January 26, 2025 at 4:20 AM
The stars were never the limit—our small minds were. Instead of chasing infinity, we’re content chasing each other’s destruction. How profoundly backwards.
We were given the gift of curiosity and the vast unknown to explore, yet here we are, burning bridges instead of building ships to the stars.
January 25, 2025 at 11:53 PM
We were given the gift of curiosity and the vast unknown to explore, yet here we are, burning bridges instead of building ships to the stars.