Surreal Mars Astronaut Merch

Surreal Hope Worlds Astronaut Earth Mars Modern Art with a Hidden Message. Surreal, surrealistic, zesty, lemon, abstract, surrealism, art, hope, hands, holding hands, surreal art, abstract art, floral, flowers, shapes, geometric, collage, dream, mystic, unreal, surreal, symbolism, god, modern, modern art.

I will stand no matter what strong the blast is.

Astronaut cat with a camera taking pictures on Mars. Surreal digital art.

Surrealistic Orange Woman Zesty Art with a modern artistic twist. Surreal, surrealistic, zesty, lemon, abstract, surrealism, art, surreal art, abstract art, floral, flowers, shapes, geometric, collage, dream, mystic, unreal, surreal, symbolism, god, modern, modern art.

Life Salute

a collage by Fran Rodriguez www.lacabezaenlasnubes.com

Art for space lovers.

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No one around for miles… should be fine parked there. Mars exploration painting, acrylic on 11 by 16 inch canvas, 2022.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

A collage by Fran Rodriguez www.lacabezaenlasnubes.com

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

When thinking about sunflowers I came up with this fun design when combined with space... Enjoy ir :)

Researching the space.

Alone in the cosmos.

Walk through the cosmos.

Up on the hill.

Digital art - Surreal space scene with American astronaut and Moon.

we used to live there

I need my space, astronaut surreal collide modern art design.

A little walk together.

Walking alone on the land of mars.

Alone in the cosmos.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

Our place in the stars.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.

Astronaut lost in space

the earth below, a distant sight, A world once familiar and bright. From here in space, it seems so small, A fragile sphere, floating free in thrall. Memories flood of days gone by, When feet were planted, under the sky. Now here I am, alone in space, Longing for the warmth of human grace. "We used to live there," I softly say, Hoping one day we'll find a way To heal the wounds, and make things right, So we can live again in earth's sweet light.