Mama · Token Detail
Mama #142
Every Mama portrait is built from traits that describe the figure's presence: age, afro style, headwrap or hair, clothing, jewellery, colour accents, expression, background texture and era. These combine into mixed-media images that feel like hand-painted prints — rich with texture, yet quiet enough to live easily on a wall.

Token information
- Collection
- Mama
- Token ID
- #142
- Gender
- Woman
- Age
- Adult
- Afro Style
- Soft Halo Afro
- Headwrap
- Simple Fabric Headwrap
- Clothing
- Soft Linen Dress
- Jewellery
- Simple Hoop Earrings
- Colour Accents
- Deep Indigo and Teal
- Background Texture
- Soft Watercolour Wash
- Expression
- Gentle Joy
- Scene
- Quiet Moment at Home
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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