I Was Told There's A New Love That's Born For Each One That Has Died
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FluX
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1080 X 1920
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Prompt: An illustration in the raw, expressive style of Ashley Wood, portraying a full-body figure of a young pregnant woman, standing in a loose, fluid pose. Her body is rendered in sketchy, abstract brushwork with earthy tones, distressed textures, and spontaneous splashes of ink, giving her form a fragmented, war-torn grace typical of Wood's style.
She cradles her belly with both hands—fingers slightly smudged, paint-streaked—resting gently in a gesture of serene protection. Her posture is quiet but powerful, radiating an inner stillness amid the surrounding chaos. Her long, unkempt hair trails in ink-smeared lines, blending into the smoky, erratic background filled with rust-toned gradients and heavy brush marks.
At the center of the composition, her swollen belly is rendered translucent—ghostlike and luminous—glowing from within. Inside, the faint but clearly formed silhouette of a fetus pulses in shades of soft teal and electric white, bioluminescent like a living ember. Delicate halos of light radiate from the unborn child, contrasting starkly with the gritty textures around it, adding a surreal, near-spiritual focal point to the image.
Loose anatomical sketches peek through parts of the figure’s body, as if the artist abandoned and rediscovered the form mid-creation. The background feels like a war between decay and life: urban decay, scorched pigments, mechanical remnants, and torn paper collages swirl and fight for space—but she remains calm, anchoring the chaos.
This piece merges biological wonder with expressive abstraction, turning a moment of maternal intimacy into a visual storm of emotion, decay, and transcendent beauty—classic Ashley Wood: brutal, tender, alive.
Prompt: Howling
Under a bright sky, in the color of green,
Black stars shine in the heavenly space.
The purple forest whispers in the darkness of night,
The rainbow moon illuminates the phenomenal powers.
Amidst the pink mist, among the yellow mosses,
A woman like a dream among surreal dreams.
The red of her hair blazes in the light,
And orange eyes shine in delight, in brightness playfully.
Clad in a blue mist, what dances around her,
Her golden skin full of light creeping in dancing movements.
She stands in the clearing, her heart full of anticipation,
Surreal flowers like metallic dust entwine her robes.
She waits for a winged messenger from a distant land,
A letter from her lover, which flows through the dimensions.
Blue leaves from the trees fall slowly,
And she, happy, wrapped in radiance, full of love's eternal desire.
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