𐤒 | kųrdēt (The Gēnesis Collection)

Gate 19 — 𐤒 ( qų-ōffh)

Title: 

kųrdēt

“Burning Kūrt / Fading Kūrdet”
(Also known as: Come as You Are)

Collections:
The Gęn'āxsis Collection (Physical + Oridinals)
the HEāRT TRUST / BTT TRUST 
Connected to:
Lęgānd Collection (J♦)

In Memorial of: Kurt (Kūrdet) Cobain
February 20, 1967 – April 5, 1994
Symbol of Life: <J ◆ >  J  ◆  (Solid Yellow) <â - lifē.com)

Inscription Serial: A-19
Assigned Realms: grief | transformation | artistic resurrection
Letter: 𐤁 – bēt (Paleo-Hebrew)
Painting Hours: 110 HRS
Study / Learning Time: 70+ HRS
Materials: Acrylic and ash on canvas
Size: 40" x 60"
Weight: 40 lbs
Years Created: 2017–2022

Elemental Pulse: Earth / Echoed Memory
Color (Tarot): Indigo Ash & Fading Ember
Frequency: 71.1 Hz — Vanishing Light
Palette: KŪRDET — heārt.com
Source: Inner translation / personal revelation
Link:  𐤁|Kūrdet 

Replacement Value

$650,000  (Nov 2024)
$235,000  (Apr 2023)

Valuation in BTC: 0.7755 BTC

 Location:

·       NEW EĀRTH MUSEUM, Red Hook, NY (2022–2023)

·       NEW ßEĀRTH MUSEUM, Joshua Tree, CA (2024–2025)

Publications:

·       Art Basel, Miami (2022, 2023)

·       NEW EĀRTH MUSEUM (2023-2024)

·       HEāRT Gallery, Tel Aviv (2019-2022)

Exōnym / Artist Identity:
the heārtist – Dr. HEāRT [Recanati]

Arcānes:
necrōmancy, transmutātion, illusiōn, summōnning, divinātion, 27th Club

Description

This is not a portrait of Kurt Cobain. This is a split echo:
Kūrt, the flaming spirit.
Kūrdet, the fading whisper.

The heārtwork was born from a typo in a newspaper — “Kūrdet” instead of “Kurt.”
A name he once embraced during depression, a mirror of his duality.
In that tension, the artist found a portal — between fire and retreat, noise and silence.

It was painted over years while wandering the desert of no-where.
The heārtist encountered Kurt’s ghost beneath a bridge, whispering lyrics into the air.
“Something in the way…” the mirage sang. Then flames. Then fade.
Kurt returned golden — distant, ungraspable.
He pointed and shouted, “It’s better to burn than fade away,” then disappeared into trees.

Kabbalistic Essence:

• Sefirah: Chokhmah – Wisdom, the archetype of Divine Father
• Meaning: House, container, sacred vessel of holding
• Element: Earth – the magnetic field of memory and form
• Color (Tarot): Indigo Ash & Fading Ember

Energetic Principle

This artifact holds the resonance of lost voices. Of vanishing brilliance.
It is not nostalgia. It is confrontation.

It does not idolize the fallen — it lets them speak one last time, in flame.

KŪRDET is not about Cobain’s death.
It is about the echo that still hums in the trees.

A vandolin strumming under moonlight whispers:
“Come as you are.”

Poetic Story from the Heārtist

Walking in the desert of no-where for a while, wondering about that man who sold the world, does anyone know him at least as well as I do?
Does anyone else hear his vandolin sounds?

In the way of a dilapidated sign standing on its wire with strange language written on it — “hwish-kahl” — a heavy smell surrounds the air. An incomprehensible stench fills the compressed atmosphere. I carefully cross the stinking river bridge. Near the end, I hear voices.

I climb down the steep road to the crevasse under the bridge and see a mirage cross an obstacle near the water line.
He chants, “something in the way, mmm, something in the way, mmm...”
Suddenly, he sees me — and bursts into flames.

Then he fades. Then returns — golden, somber, with hair flowing to his shoulders.

He looks at me with his vast eyes, points, pauses, and shouts:
“It’s better to burn than fade away!”
Then burns. Then fades.

Almost impossible to communicate with a flame or a mirage of wind, I decide to climb back up toward the bridge.

And I hear it again — the heavenly instrumental.
Someone, somewhere around me, playing a vandolin.

My steps rush toward it. The sounds grow stronger.
He hums in a voice I know deep in my bones:
“something in the way, mmm... something in the way...”

I stop. I wonder who I am.

It’s the golden boy. His eyes tell a thousand years of stories.
I pull out my notebook and hand him a poem — the one with the black star wrote it.
He gently swipes his hand over the ink like he’s caressing a memory.

He shuts his eyes. And sings.
The voice that rises is grungy, rough, holy.

Golden rain falls through treetops trying to extinguish him. But it’s too late — he is fading again.

I treasure the moment in my heārt and offer it to the world.
I call him:
Come as You Are.

Kūrt - The flaming
Kūrdt - The fading
Cubain

Connected Lēgend (Digital):

The Prince of Diamonds — J ◆
burning kūrt / fading kūrdet
Available at: heārt.com/collections/legends/products/prince-of-diamonds

Reference:

Kurt Cobain – Wikipedia