Juvenlee (@juvenlee_surrealart) - Collective Profile | Escondido, US Artist at Almeda Artworks. Smart, good looking, seeking eternity but not immediately. More glamorous than fabulous. I only follow those who follow me because you’re not Beyoncé. Follow @juvenlee_surrealart on Instagram. Recent posts: a vibrant party scene unfolds under a large, illuminated green mask, with lasers and disco balls creating a dynamic atmosphere. a massive crowd dances below, illuminated by colorful stage lights and projections., a vibrant rainbow archway serves as an entrance to an outdoor event, with people walking through and enjoying a sunny day., a shirtless man dances on a glass table in a crowded, dimly lit club. colorful neon lights illuminate the scene, reflecting off his body and the surrounding partygoers., a gourmet tres leches dessert is presented on a white plate, featuring a scoop of vanilla ice cream atop a meringue base, garnished with berries, mint, and a unique twisted dried fruit garnish. the dessert is surrounded by a vibrant berry sauce, with, two flags are displayed on a sunny day. one flag is black with red stars and reads "make treason wrong again". the other flag is white with a bald eagle and reads "250 years 1776 2026 freedom"., this is a graphic design for a music album cover titled "feel the love remixes". the title is in large, bold, black typography with a fiery orange and red image behind it. the names of the artists are listed above and below the title., a man is looking directly at the camera through a circular, blurry, colorful lens. behind him, a white unicorn with a rainbow mane and tail is visible, along with colorful lights., a collage of 10 photos showcasing various outfits, many featuring rainbow colors and pride themes, likely for san diego pride., an abstract, kaleidoscopic image with geometric patterns and glowing blue and red light effects. the image appears to be a collage of multiple photographs, possibly depicting people in formal attire, arranged in a circular, radiating pattern., a man takes a selfie in a mirror, wearing a white oversized shirt over a t-shirt, patterned shorts, and colorful sneakers. he is posing with his finger to his lips, considering his footwear options., a man stands in a dressing studio, wearing a dark robe and slippers, holding a bag. the room features a sofa and a desk, with curtains framing the scene., a black and white abstract collage features a central cluster of reflective, fragmented pieces surrounded by solid black squares arranged in a circular pattern. the composition evokes a sense of depth and a celestial or star-like appearance., a man sits on a couch with his legs outstretched, holding a kitten in a yellow sling-like carrier. the kitten is peeking out of the carrier, and the man is looking down at it., a person is swimming in a pool, appearing to be enjoying the water as a way to cure a hangover., a large firework bursts over a city skyline at night, with trees silhouetted in the foreground., .

Juvenlee @juvenlee_surrealart

Smart, good looking, seeking eternity but not immediately. More glamorous than fabulous. I only follow those who follow me because you’re not Beyoncé.

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One of the sweetest people you will ever know. Steve

Love is a dream that becomes reality. It doesn't know what it is until it becomes. Love is a long pause that says nothing but speaks volumes. It knows when to speak and when to listen. Love is a distance of time versus place. Something is given without anyone losing. Love is exactly what the poets say it is. It is wild, crazy, unbounded, powerful; and all the other things written about it. Love is like a river where you come out clean. Life messes you up but love cleans you up. Love are a pair of wings that grow in the chest. It's like the Biblical seraphim who has pairs of wings covered with eyes because your spirit sees things the eyes know nothing about. Love is certainty, even if you break up and never see each other again. You're grateful you had it. Love is a dream that becomes a reality. The ends aren't quite fleshed out and you know something is different, but you don't know what exactly. The world is exactly what the poets say it is, and you let go of fear, because you have wings in your heart.

Alright.. this shoe, or this shoe for a Pride festival??

Yaaaay! My dressing studio is finally finished! Plus my husband's comfy sofa! 💃🏽

A star in the East.

My kitten wants to be carried all the time, I've had to put him in a makeshift cat-sack. 😆🫠

Ah! Nothing beats a good swim as a hangover cure. 😌

Happy Fourth of July yall!

🕺🏽💃🏽✨🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸

Yaay! I think my bedroom is finally finished! (2/2)

Yaay! I think my bedroom is finally finished! (1/2)

For an instance I thought about leaving the island with him. He came with satisfaction, an unsaid promise of never harming me again, with his twinkling eyes. The attendants laid out the linen table, colored ivory, adorning it with a bouquet of flowers. The island had everything one needed. It was soaked in sunshine nearly everyday and the ocean fed the cliffs of forest and jungle. They placed silver utensils and crystal glasses. They built a make shift tent overhead. Everything was nearly perfect. The pig was roasting, wrapped in layers of foil, with hot coals buried in the sand. I could go with him, he said, away from the island and never be alone again. I adored him. His face. His hands. His tank like body with their broad shoulders and alabaster skin. His face was made of fired clay. I could crack open that face of his with a hammer and pull the clay off, eat the dirt behind and underneath it. Shove my fingers so far down into his dirt filled head and pull out the earth in handfuls. Cut gems were put in his eyes. I could go with him, he said, and leave the island forever. The scrumptious feast ended. I was full from the pork, the crab, the mango and coconut, thick cream. I was exhausted from the wind and the sun. I was exhausted from all of the love making, and all he did was listen and plead with me to get onto his boat and leave the island. He returned to the yacht, anchored off the coast, alone, waiting until im ready to leave this little and lonely, but safe, island though.

..don't post me, don't share me, just PAY ME!! 🔥🌈

Figure in repose

Untethered, except one foot chained to the floor, so I don't float away forever.

The reason I celebrate Pride.

My husband is so sweet yall! He blew out all of the leaves so I could have my morning coffee and drawing drills in peace. 😏🥹🥰 #fitshot

...start feeling so craaazzyyy... babeeeee...

Alright! Phase two of project: Cat in the Hat, complete! Hopefully this fancy, shmancy robot majiggy does what it's intended to do.!

A family that works out together...

There's been this katabasis of romanticism, saying it's a byproduct of purposeless living. Funny thing though, the mind goes to fantastical, illogical, unserious, "funny" things as reprieve for its toil. Modernity, capitalism, consumerism may be driven through and by intention but when that's satisfied where does man run to? Yes, there's religion, and there's faith. I encourage, applause and appreciate them as fanciful things, as the next; respectfully. But if necessity is the mother of invention and we all live unique, individual lives, each of our catharsis needs something individually special. You can't answer the specific with the general. You can't force lives into cut-and-paste boxes. Each life has its own specific needs, er, necessities. You can't forge inspiration through intention, there's something divine about spontaneity. You can't forge inspiration through logic. That doesn't even make sense. No amount of intentional living will give you the spirit of life, that only comes with abandon, to a romantic way of thinking. So if necessity is the mother of invention, cheers! Romanticism is the mother of inspiration.

There is one quality that's consistent no matter how high in dimension you go and that is the absence of information. No matter how far you go in dimensions there will always be an absence of information; ad infinitum.

My boys dancing.

This night a DJs saving our lives.

Off to celebrate our great countries 250th... yknow in civilization terms, we are just babies.. so please be patient with us as we grow and mature... ha! #Murica🦅🦅🇺🇸🔥🔥✨

Happy Independence Day!! #Murica🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Holy 'F', it's 4am, I'm talking to AI about some mental observations and I'm now walking in the back sanctums of the divine. Narratives must be born from truths, even if the narrative itself is fanciful. It's forges the will, not to make sense of the past but by making tomorrow worth entering. Purpose, reason, meaning are after the fact. Narratives, truth, and experience are the grounds from which these things come from. Although one may observe narrations, observations are limited in its ability to shape narration. In order for narration to be accepted as authentic it must be free from heteronomy. It must be free from outside authority. Only then can the brain create a reality plausible enough for the sleeping mind to experience. Huzzah!

My daddy's lap is the only place I'll sit.