WORLDWIDE UNIQUE PIECE
This is the auction for the worldwide only piece hand-signed by the artist MX12.Levins of All €¥€$ on ₿.
This time the masterpiece has been realized using the highest quality method in the world: PREMIUM COMPOSITE.
Here, aluminium-dibond is used as the carrier material, the picture is laminated onto the aluminium as lambda-print and finished with a 3mm thick high-gloss acrylic glass plate.
This is where traditional craftsmanship and the digital world of CryptoArt come together. So we went "Full Satoshi".
- Surface: acrylic glass 3 mm
- Base material: Alu-Dibond composite 3 mm
- Image carrier: Lambda-Print ( photographic exposure ) on Supreme paper
- Aluminium support profile on the back for freely suspended mounting.
- Total material thickness: approx. 7 mm
- Weight: approx. 7,1 kg
- Format: 120 x 80 cm
- Fire resistance DIN 4102-2: B2
- Made in Berlin
In addition, you will receive a proof of ownership on the Bitcoin Blockchain and a handmade certificate that proves you are the rightful owner of the original. If you want to sell or inherit this unique piece later, you can transfer it to the new owner.
Note about the pictures: A protective film is attached to the acrylic glass plate for transportation. You can remove this without any concerns when you receive it.
We are shipping this masterpiece worldwide. Shipping to the following countries is free of charge:
- EU (European Union)
For the rest of the World (incl. USA) the artwork has to be shipped by air cargo. A flat fee of 300,-€ (incl. 19% VAT) applies here.
The Story behind the Art
"ORDER! ORDER!" shouts the chairman. People from all parts of the globe are in this room. Everybody speaks at the same time.
Although they wear black suits and look statesmanlike, they behave like a kindergarten group that has just been told that dessert is cancelled.
"I said ORDER!" he hits a comically large hammer on his table.
"Brothers and sisters, this is not the time for mindless bickering. We need solutions."
A slim lady with a crown stands up. "The kingdom has used its best efforts to contain this... pestilence. But it continues to spread.
We have even extended the surveillance measures and increased the number of cameras considerably. But this doesn't seem to help."
A man with a sword at his hip stands up and barks at her:
"Nani? More surveillance cameras? Like that ever helped! You couldn't even stop the distribution of one book and that was in the forties, no kimi!"
The lady flips him off and they both just scream at each other. "ORDER GODDAMIT!" the chairman swings his hammer wildly.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The room is now quiet.
"So..." he begins, dabbing the sweat off his forehead in affected relief, "Nobody has a suggestion?" the chairman looks around questioningly.
The faces of his allies turn away every time he tries to make eye contact.
A blonde woman with too much shoulder padding and a dead cold gaze doesn't look away.
"Madame? Do you have a solution to our dilemma? "
"I would suggest that we focus negative media attention on this saleté. We must instill fear into the minds of the people when they hear his name.
Drug dealers, terrorists, pedophiles and virus spreaders.
These must be the associations that should pop into the heads of its followers, when they hear its name.
We should also undermine their efforts to build an "ecosystem". I recommend bribing the nerds. Like grande titles, lots of cash and authority over unimportant political processes that won't change anything."
Laughter emanates from the back of the room. A man in a completely buttoned up shirt and round face laughs louder and louder.
"What's so drôle, monsieur Zǒnglǐ?" the padded lady is smirking in his direction. The man immediately stops laughing and tries to kill her with his gaze.
"We've already attempted it. The Zhǔyì is already out there. People are making a living with it right now. We have to crack down hard. All those who publicly admit to it must be arrested and locked away," he answers threateningly.
"You're a Buffon. If in doubt, arrest everyone?! "C'est ne pas un solution and you are not the Man of Steel.
Both now communicate in obscene hand gestures. The sign language translator in the background blushes.
"Stop at once! ORDER!" another round of hammering echoes.
"Normally I prefer your insidious plans, but Madame, we've already tried that and much more. We must now resort to more extreme measures.
Zǒnglǐ is right. We dispatch our special forces to put these Bitcoiners away once and for all.
For the record: I, J.M. Keynes, as Chairman, hereby conclude this meeting. Let's get going, ladies and gentlemen."
Concept: MX12.Levins and Lando Rothbardian
Story: Lando Rothbardian