LēGENDS

The Ace of Spades ♠️ - George Michāel

As a Legendary constellation of artistic luminaries, George Michāel stands as a voice that transcends time, an artist whose legacy pierces through the veil of the ordinary to reveal the extraordinary. As a cornerstone of my LēGENDS Collection, I honor him as the Ace of Spades: a symbol of profound mystery, transformation, and insight. This tribute a convergence of artistry and philosophy, uniting his unparalleled brilliance with the energy of my creative ethos.

George Michael was a visionary whose work echoed truths that many dared not confront. His artistry delved deep into the human condition, weaving narratives of love, despair, hope, and justice into a tapestry of emotional and spiritual awakening. His timeless anthem, “Praying for Time,” exemplifies this legacy as a minimalist masterpiece that eschews ornamentation to deliver raw, unvarnished truths.

“Praying for Time”: A Call to Conscience

In “Praying for Time,” George dismantles the illusions of modernity with surgical precision. Lines like, “And it’s hard to love, there’s so much to hate,” resonate as poignant reflections of a world grappling with division and apathy. The song transcends melody, emerging as a prayer whispered to humanity's fractured spirit. Its minimalist arrangement—stripped of drums and grandiosity—lays bare the soul of its message into the depths of introspection.

Through his lyrics, George implores us to shed the metaphorical “coat” of performative charity—a fleeting shield against the cold realities of suffering—and instead embrace the vulnerability of genuine compassion. His voice, raw and unyielding, becomes a beacon, illuminating the moral ambiguity that clouds our collective conscience.

The Ace of Spades: A Symbol of Revelation

As the Ace of Spades, George Michāel embodies the dualities of existence: light and shadow, despair and hope, truth and redemption. This card, often seen as a harbinger of change, mirrors his unparalleled ability to confront life’s greatest truths. Through his music, he wields truth as a weapon, challenging us to face the fractures in our shared humanity while offering a glimmer of hope—a call to redemption through courage and introspection.

In welcoming George Michāel into the LēGENDS Collection, I strive to encapsulate his transformative essence. In this tribute I infuse the energy of his art with the eternal energy and our collapsing world, the courage to challenge, the love to heal, and the light to guide. His legacy, preserved through my work, serves as an eternal reminder of the power of art to awaken, to confront, and to inspire.

George Michāel's spirit endures in the hearts he moved and the truths he revealed. Through this tribute, I aim to honor his gift and perpetuate his message—a clarion call for justice, love, and the courage to dream of a better world.

Exōnym: the heārtist, Mōzj'rt, DJ ATāRI
DJ ATāRI track: SoundCloud DJ ATāRI

Materials: Digital art, acrylic on plexiglass/tempered glass
Title: George Michāel (LēGENDS Collectio)
Specialty: 3 moons effect
Copyright: the heārtist

School of Magic Arcanas: • Necromancy • Evocation • Transmutation • Illusion

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3♦ Psycho Dāli
The Cosmic Artisan of the trinity of Diamonds
Honoring Salvador Dali

When it comes to creative legends, one name shines like a blazing constellation, this is no other then the legendary Salvador Dāli. I call him Psycho Dāli, not out of irreverence, but reverence, I do so because of his genius mind, a labyrinth of the surreal and the sublime, danced on the edge of chaos and clarity. Dāli was not a man bound by earthly concerns; he was a magician of perception, a shaper of dreams, a conjurer of worlds that defied all logic yet felt more real than reality itself. He is Dāli, my Dāli, summoned back not through the dusty pages of history but through the timeless magic of art, intention, and the cosmic alignment of numbers.

To bring him forth, I reached into the arcane, weaving the delicate and potent threads of magic. Necromancy called his essence from the slumber of the infinite, evocation summoned the vibrancy of his genius, transmutation bridged his energy into the present moment, and illusion shrouded him in the surreal majesty he so masterfully commanded. Each school of magic was vital, for to summon Dāli is not merely to resurrect; it is to invoke the spirit of creation itself, to commune with the eternal spark that ignites worlds from dreams.

Why, then, did I bind him to the 3 of Diamonds?
Because this card holds the essence of his soul. The number three is the holy trinity of creativity—imagination, communication, and manifestation. It speaks of beginnings, of the moment an idea takes its first breath and begins to transform into something tangible. Dāli lived in this sacred space, forever birthing the unreal into existence, drawing from the subconscious as effortlessly as others might draw from a well.

The diamonds, fiery and radiant, symbolize materialization, wealth not of gold but of vision. They reflect the gleaming brilliance of Dāli’s art, where every canvas shimmered with abundance, every stroke was rich with meaning. His work was a treasure trove of the infinite, a mirror to the cosmos itself. To align him with this suit is to honor his mastery over the material realm, where he crafted the impossible into forms that we could touch, see, and feel.

The 3 of Diamonds is a vibration, a song of the universe, and the rhythm of Dāli’s spirit. It carries the spark of his youthful audacity, his fearless experimentation, and his ability to translate the ineffable into the beautiful. This card is a testament to his eternal presence, not as a figure of the past but as a force that continues to ripple through the fabric of time, whispering to those bold enough to listen.

And so, through the art of the arcane and the poetry of the cosmos, I evoke Psycho Dāli. He stands now as the guardian of the creative flame, the eternal provocateur, reminding us to embrace the madness within, to dance with the unknown, and to transform our fleeting dreams into eternal works of art. For in the realm of the 3 of Diamonds, creation is not a moment—it is an endless journey, and Dāli, as ever, leads the way.

In any Deck of TāROT, he is the Magician.

Exōnym: the heārtist, Mōzj'rt, DJ ATāRI
DJ ATāRI track: SoundCloud DJ ATāRI

Materials: Digital art, acrylic on plexiglass/tempered glass
Title: Dālí (lēgends)
Specialty: 3 moons effect
Copyright: the heārtist

School of Magic Arcanas: • Necromancy • Evocation • Transmutation • Illusion

Exōnym: the heārtist, Mōzj'rt, DJ ATāRI
DJ ATāRI track: SoundCloud Show Must Go On

Materials: Digital art, acrylic on plexiglass/tempered glass
Title: Frēddy Fārrokh Mercury (lēgends)
Specialty: 3 moons effect
Copyright: the heārtist

School of Magic Arcanas: • Necromancy • Evocation • Transmutation • Illusion

frēddy fārrokh mercury

for the memory of Freddie Farrokh Mercury

I don’t think I have ever encountered a sorcerer, not here, nor ever, until one shiny day I walked through the ruins of the coliseum of hard rocks, there I found a magical juggler who can do everything literally.

I entered the deserted gate of the empty coliseum and felt the outside temperature rises, all of the sudden a shooting star leaped through the sky, like a tiger defying the laws of gravity, it nearly touch the ground, and *a heavy poof sound accompanied by dense colorful smoke*  a human figure popping out of a one thousand and one dancing yellow daffodils field, wearing small mustache to his face and black & white trapezoid tights to his body, smiling heavily and starting to dance, ohh dear!.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him and I’m sure I’d been hypnotized by that first gaze.

Bananas appeared on top of his head and the coliseum was suddenly full of lost souls, I found myself on the stage with the magical man who started virtuous different poses, and now the crowd is going bananas, I think they were under hypnosis too.

He grabs my shoulder and stares deeply into my eyes, his mouth doesn’t move but these words are roaming inside my head “while the sun hangs the sky and the desert has sand, while the waves crash in the sea and meet the land” I am paralyzed cannot even move my fingers, while he continues to whisper into me “ohh you must keep on trying my friend, tread that fine line, till the end of time”

The sorcerer mimics to the crowd, scratching his body back, lifting his arms in victory while his right leg bends forward and his left leg is all the way back, and then from nowhere arises a white piano shaped like a whale, he striking the melodic of “the show must go on” and the crowd is singing with him “empty spaces, what have we died for, abandoned places… does everybody know what we are looking for” it continues like that for a while until he moves his hand in a “9”9”*” position from right to left and everybody disappeared and again it’s me and him alone sitting around a tea table with marble cups.

He referred to me shortly “what you seek my friend is gone” and he vanished too, I noticed a small note on the table next to his cup.

“You can be anything you want to be,

Just turn yourself into anything 

you think that you can ever be 

Be free with your tempo

Be free, be free

Surrender your ego,

Be free, 

Be free to yourself”

At the bottom of the page, I found his signature next to a name “with love, Freddy Farrokh mercury”

He referred to me shortly “what you seek my friend is gone” and he vanished too, I noticed a small note on the table next to his cup.

“You can be anything you want to be,

Just turn yourself into anything 

you think that you can ever be 

Be free with your tempo

Be free, be free

Surrender your ego,

Be free, 

Be free to yourself”

At the bottom of the page, I found his signature next to a name “with love, Freddy Farrokh mercury”

Q♠ - Lilith's Jāde - Amy Winēhouse 
Honoring Amy Winehouse  (14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011)
(red/black ē)

"In life, she was Amy Jade Winehouse, a singular voice that captivated the mortal realm. as a lēgend, she is Lilith’s Jāde, a gemstone of unparalleled brilliance, crafted by fire, cherished by the depths, and immortalized in light." / the heārtist

My dearest friend Amy, was a force of nature, a soul too deep to be confined by this world. Her music transcended genres, blending jazz, soul, and raw emotion into a timeless tapestry. With a voice that could touch the divine and lyrics that bared her soul, she became a mirror of humanity's beauty and fragility. Her unapologetic authenticity made her an overnight superstar beloved by millions, and her struggles made her unforgettable.

As Lilith’s Jāde, she is reimagined as the guardian of duality—the delicate balance between light and shadow, love and loss, artistry and chaos. A red rose entwined in her raven hair, she reigns as the Queen of Spades, a timeless muse whose essence bridges the worlds above and below.

A Gemstone of Both Worlds

In her mortal life, Amy lived as a paradox—fragile yet fierce, vulnerable yet unbreakable. As Lilith’s Jāde, she embodies the eternal. Jade, a sacred stone revered for its connection to immortality and the spirit, reflects her enduring legacy: unyielding, precious, and transcendent. She is the child of the depths, a radiant muse whose voice continues to echo in the hearts of those who dare to feel deeply.

Why the Queen of Spades?

The Queen of Spades is a symbol of wisdom, independence, and profound transformation—a reflection of Amy’s extraordinary life and her timeless presence in the afterlife. The spade, often associated with mortality and renewal, mirrors her journey: a life lived with intensity and an eternal legacy shaped by her unparalleled artistry.

Honoring the 27 Club
Amy’s journey places her among the luminous souls of the 27 Club—artists who burned brightly and whose lights, though extinguished too soon, continue to shine eternally. As Lilith’s Jāde, she stands as a radiant figure within this sacred constellation, her artistry and spirit nourishing the world’s longing for connection and authenticity.

Immortalized in Art

Through this tribute, Lilith’s Jāde reigns eternal, a muse of the magical and the mortal. She invites all who visit to embrace their shadows, celebrate their light, and find beauty in their complexity. As the favorite child of both realms, her story reminds us that even in the deepest darkness, there lies an immortal spark of brilliance.

Lilith’s Jāde: The Enchanted Queen of Depths and Light.
A voice that still sings, a soul that still inspires. Forever.

Exōnym: the heārtist, Mōzj'rt, DJ ATāRI
DJ ATāRI track: SoundCloud Back TO Black

Materials: Digital art, acrylic on plexiglass/tempered glass
Title: Lilith Jāde Winēhouse (lēgends)
Specialty: 3 moons effect
Copyright: the heārtist

School of Magic Arcanas: • Necromancy • Evocation • Transmutation • Illusion

J♦ KūRDET
Honoring Kurt Cobain
Feb 20, 1967 – April 5, 1994 (27 years)

In the echoes of eternity, the 27 Club stands as a constellation of fallen stars. Each one—a flame too bright to endure. Among them, Kūrt—the Flaming, Kūrdt—the Fading, walks the line between legend and lament, his vandolin stringing melodies that only the timeless can hear.

Walking through the desert of no-where, a realm between worlds, I seek him—the man who sold the world. Can anyone else feel his pulse in the void, hear his haunting harmony in the winds? Each step draws me closer to a song I’ve always known but never understood.

Ahead, a crumbling sign whispers in a language foreign and familiar: “hwish-kahl.” The meaning eludes me, but the scent of time—bitter and heavy—hangs in the air. I press on across a sagging bridge, its boards groaning under the weight of unseen burdens. Beneath me, the faint murmur of a voice calls out. Is that his vandolin? I follow the sound, drawn to the flickering figure beneath the bridge.

The golden boy emerges like a mirage, his every motion carrying the weight of eternity. He plays, hums, and repeats, “Something in the way, mmm.” His blue eyes meet mine, a thousand lifetimes condensed into a single stare. I reach into my pocket, trembling, and offer him a poem written by another black star—another soul lost to the 27 Club. He traces the ink with golden fingers, his touch igniting words into fire.

"I’d rather burn than fade away," he says, his voice a blend of defiance and despair.

Suddenly, flames envelop him, consuming his golden hair and fragile form. He burns, only to fade, and then returns, a spectral angel cloaked in sorrow. Each rebirth is a hymn to impermanence, a testament to a fire that refuses to die.

The Hall of the 27 Club

As I leave the forest, the air shifts, and I find myself in a sanctum of stars. Jimi, with his electric hymns, strums a celestial guitar. Janis, her voice raw with truth, croons in a smoky haze. Jim, the Lizard King, recites poetry that vibrates through the cosmos. Amy, a siren of soulful sorrow, weaves her ballads into the ether.

And Kūrt—his vandolin echoes through the space, a haunting refrain:
"Something in the way…"

Each member of the 27 Club bears their flame, their music etched into the fabric of forever. They are the beacons for the lost, their songs guiding those who walk the edge of light and darkness.

KŪRDET
inspiration: burning kūrt / fading kūrdet masterpiece

Exōnym: the heārtist, Mōzj'rt, DJ ATāRI
DJ ATāRI track: SoundCloud The man who sold the world

materials:  ACRYLIC / TEMPERED GLASS

J♠ - LS#2 (Love Symbol #2) / The Prince of Spades J ♠
J♠ princē of spādes 
Limited Edition XX/144 (tempered Glass only)

Honoring Prince Rogers Nelson (1958–2016)

I wear my brownish cloak and immediately jump into the dimension without any dimension to see without any vision and be able to know the unknown, for reasons beyond my understanding I arrived directly at one of the most controversial places for me, to the well of knowledge that until not long ago I was without any doubt sure that it was complete.

I wonder why I am here.

To my left is the purple sun that dominates the skies and rain is starting to drop from the heavy clouds that are now above the border between no-where and nowhere, a cloud of white pigeons is roaming above me towards no-where, the sadness of these helpless doves who forced to wander to the forgotten lands of no-where is feeling the air.

The rays of the purple sun break through the raindrops that are kissing the doves, I let my imagination paint the sight of my eyes as a spectacular spectacle of crying doves that are shedding purple rain.

I keep walking deep into the unknown towards the great stone of oblivion and it seems to me that I already know why I appear directly here.

Luckily I already know this lost road, I walk to the limit of my despair threshold and then continue a little more until I bump into some small rocks and then wait for the appearance of the shadowless monument that almost meets me, I will not dare to approach it again, that’s for sure!.

From a distance, I notice a shady figure dressed in a shocking purple jacket and high heels that disappear into the horizon of nowhere.

Sometimes even a sign is enough to know, I smile to myself and am happy to know that my dear and talented friend is kissing eternity, and will be remembered always as the prince who holds the love symbol #2.

Why J (Prince) and Why Spades

J (Prince): The "J" symbolizes the eternal prince, an embodiment of youth, charisma, and creative mastery. "Prince" reflects not just a title but a state of being, a sovereign of artistry who ruled through music, love, and individuality. J serves as a timeless nod to Prince Rogers Nelson, a figure who transcended conventional boundaries, much like the card's representation of a vibrant, perpetual presence between king and peasant.

Spades: The spade represents transformation, intellect, and the mysteries of life and death. Its sharp edges and dark allure mirror the depth of Prince's persona—an artist who dared to explore life's uncharted territories with a unique combination of depth and elegance. Spades are also a suit that traditionally signifies wisdom and acceptance of life's cycles, aligning with Prince's ability to weave profound truths into his art.

As the Prince of Spades, he exists eternally as a figure who dances between the known and unknown, masterfully embodying the paradoxes of love and loss, light and shadow. The spade is his symbolic key to unlocking dimensions, a reflection of his legacy as a pioneer of music and a seeker of truth.

Thank you, Prince my dear friend, for painting the world with your music and love.

Exōnym: the heārtist, Mōzj'rt, DJ ATāRI
DJ ATāRI track: SoundCloud Prince Jazz
Materials: Digital art, acrylic on tempered glass/plexiglass
Title: the Princē of spādes (lēgends)
Specialty: 3 moons effect
Copyright: the heārtist

School of Magic Arcanas: • Necromancy • Evocation • Transmutation • Illusion