Dreamlike Abstract Portrait of a Woman

Dreamlike Abstract Portrait of a Woman

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

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  • Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) A dynamic ink and watercolor drawing with scratching, splashing, blotting textures, irregular strokes, squiggly lines, deeply evocative, combined with impasto drip painting, splatter, and overspray of color, painted and drawn on black canvas. Sensual, electric, and highly emotional. You said faith was obedience. That a child must trust the Father — not ask questions, just hold the hand, and cross. But I was raised to look both ways. To doubt what everyone else swore was safe. And that’s why I can’t walk your road, Nicky — I still see the traffic. See, they call it childlike faith. But there’s nothing childlike about fear. There’s nothing innocent about surrender when surrender means silence. They took the word child and scrubbed it clean of wonder. Taught you to pray instead of play, to bow instead of build, to say “Amen” instead of “Why?” And then they called it love. But it wasn’t love. It was control wearing a smile. A lullaby for lost adults rocking themselves to sleep inside the same four walls they call “truth.” I don’t hate them. They’re just children who never got to grow. Their curiosity starved. Their laughter replaced by “hallelujah.” When they say “be humble,” they mean “stay small.” When they say “be faithful,” they mean “don’t think.” And when they say “God loves you,” what they really mean is don’t leave. You once laughed differently. Before the guilt. Before the rules. Before every dream had to be approved by heaven. You used to be sunlight, and then someone told you it was dangerous to shine. You used to sing — not because you were told to, but because your chest was too full to stay quiet. You used to wonder. And that’s the part they feared the most. So listen, if I ever get to speak to you again, I won’t preach. I won’t argue about heaven or hell. I’ll just remind you that you were the gospel once — before anyone ever opened a Bible. Because I still remember you — the girl before obedience. The girl before the hymns. The girl who still believed in blue skies and open doors and getting your knees dirty just for fun. You’re still in there, Nicky. Not gone — just hidden. Waiting. Like a child locked in a church basement while the adults upstairs sing about freedom. They can keep their light. I’ll keep my darkness — because at least here, my eyes are open. And if that makes me a heretic, then let them pray for me. Because I believe — and I’ll say it again and again — To reclaim your childhood is the holiest act of all. To ask, to feel, to play — that is worship. To love without fear — that is divine. And to walk into the unknown with eyes open... that’s salvation. Because somewhere behind the hymns and the rules, behind the sermons and the smiles, there’s a girl still running through the fields — barefoot, laughing, unashamed, and free. And when I find her again, I’ll tell her what no one told us: You don’t need permission to be alive. The surreal light of floating ink and the ethereal glow of the rooftop observatory illuminate her face and figure, highlighting her magnetic presence and audacious energy, making the scene feel alive, chaotic, and intoxicating. Masterpiece, touching, sparkling, gorgeous, golden ratio, awe-inspiring, breath-taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique,
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide