Digital Painting of a Woman with Auburn Hair and Blue Eyes

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eryn
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ChatGPT 2
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  Model: ChatGPT 2
  
  Size: 2224 X 1664 (3.70 MP)
  
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  Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, turmoil made art. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them. The face and body of a woman come together as swirls of air, like a maelstrom, on a deep dark sea background with tides higher than the skies and the white of waves dissolves into the light of her ragged holed damaged very light silk-like net-like clothes. The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled, her hair stormed around herself like the last of her protection against the odds surrounding her. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Her ice blue eyes are open and watchful of the cyclone she is in, circled with a teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Iridescent tears are floating around her cheeks in the air, washed away by the winds as soon as they come out of her eyes. Her hands are above her self, like she's dancing the last waltz with the nature furious anger, whether in the hopes of calming it or because it's the last thing to do is unknown. Near dark night tempest palette. Out-of-time and timeless dark sea collapse. Hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, heartbreaking, powerful, emotional. By eryn.
  
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  Aspect Ratio: landscape
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Prompt: Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, turmoil made art. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them. The face and body of a woman come together as swirls of air, like a maelstrom, on a deep dark sea background with tides higher than the skies and the white of waves dissolves into the light of her ragged holed damaged very light silk-like net-like clothes. The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled, her hair stormed around herself like the last of her protection against the odds surrounding her. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Her ice blue eyes are open and watchful of the cyclone she is in, circled with a teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Iridescent tears are floating around her cheeks in the air, washed away by the winds as soon as they come out of her eyes. Her hands are above her self, like she's dancing the last waltz with the nature furious anger, whether in the hopes of calming it or because it's the last thing to do is unknown. Near dark night tempest palette. Out-of-time and timeless dark sea collapse. Hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, heartbreaking, powerful, emotional. By eryn.

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8k very attractive beautiful dynamic lighting wallpaper award winning very cute by eryn

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Realistic and cartoon drawing blend. Moody, ethereal. Very intricate lines and details. Masterful composition, turmoil made art. The strokes are the life of the picture and the lights come from them. The face and body of a woman come together as swirls of air, like a maelstrom, on a deep dark sea background with tides higher than the skies and the white of waves dissolves into the light of her ragged holed damaged very light silk-like net-like clothes. The woman is in her end twenties early thirties, French. Auburn / dark-strawberry hair (muted, not flame-bright), disheveled, her hair stormed around herself like the last of her protection against the odds surrounding her. The ends of the hair are white and rainbow, remnants of eons gone (for now). Fair, warm pink-toned skin with light freckling across the nose and cheeks. Smallish, youthful, cute rather than striking, a soft, present, delicate lived-in face, not so frail, not gaunt. Her ice blue eyes are open and watchful of the cyclone she is in, circled with a teal and blue mascara and liner, with a discrete touch of sparkles, rosy cheeks; a tiny drawn mark under one eye, soft and imperfect. Iridescent tears are floating around her cheeks in the air, washed away by the winds as soon as they come out of her eyes. Her hands are above her self, like she's dancing the last waltz with the nature furious anger, whether in the hopes of calming it or because it's the last thing to do is unknown. Near dark night tempest palette. Out-of-time and timeless dark sea collapse. Hidden melancholy. Masterpiece, heartbreaking, powerful, emotional. By eryn.