Mama · Token Detail
Mama #54
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
- #54
- Gender
- Woman
- Age
- Mature
- Afro Style
- Curly Afro Crown
- Headwrap
- Patterned Headwrap
- Clothing
- Ink-Patterned Garment
- Jewellery
- Layered Necklaces
- Colour Accents
- Emerald and Jade Inks
- Background Texture
- Layered Ink Strokes
- Expression
- Proud Serenity
- Rarity
- Uncommon
Owner information
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