Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: Ginger-haired Girl and the Rooftop Garden
On top of a tall city building, hidden from the noise of the streets, there’s a small rooftop garden. The evening sky stretches wide, painted with Glazing layers of soft lavender and orange, blending into each other like melting silk.
Among potted plants, wildflowers, and vines climbing across wooden beams, sits a ginger-haired girl. Her curls glow like molten copper, built with thick Impasto strokes that catch the fading sunlight.
She leans back in a worn wicker chair, sketchbook in her lap. With a pencil in hand, she sketches the skyline – rooftops, antennas, and scattered windows lit like stars. The Mixing Palette Knife gives the city below a blurred, abstract texture, as if it’s part dream, part reality.
Around her, small lanterns begin to glow, and a light wind lifts strands of her hair. The scene feels private, secret – a world above the world, where she can create, think, and just be.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing, Colored Ink Wash and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: “Whispers of the Rooftop”
A warm twilight settles over the city — rooftops glowing in copper and violet hues.
On an old terrace, a ginger-haired girl sits cross-legged beside a cracked flower pot. Her curls catch the last rays of sun, shining like liquid fire. In one hand, she holds a small glass bottle of colored ink, dripping crimson and blue into a shallow puddle on the tiles — creating tiny galaxies that swirl with every breeze.
She hums softly, sketching shapes with her fingers on the wet surface — a skyline dissolving into dreams.
Palette knife strokes carve the golden light on her cheek; glazing layers melt it into the lavender dusk. The air smells of ink, dust, and coming rain.
Far below, life moves in straight lines — cars, windows, patterns. But up here, among the stains of ink and laughter, everything bends — to her rhythm.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: A ginger-haired girl sits on the edge of an old wooden pier, her legs dangling just above the water. The lake is painted with Glazing layers of deep indigo and turquoise, soft ripples catching hints of silver light like fragments of glass. The palette knife strokes across the surface make the water shimmer in broken textures, alive yet untouchable.
Her hair, loose and wild, cascades down her back in fiery copper streams, thickly rendered in Impasto, so that each curl seems carved out of paint itself. She wears a simple white linen dress, the folds catching shadows in soft grays and pale blues, suggesting the quiet weight of evening.
Next to her, a sketchbook lies open — the page blank except for the faintest charcoal outline of a bird mid-flight. A small breeze lifts the edge of the paper, almost as if inviting her to finish the drawing.
Above, the sky is a twilight orchestra: layers of plum, dusty rose, and fading gold, spread wide with a sweeping knife. A single lantern glows faintly at the pier’s end, its warmth reaching just enough to illuminate her profile — freckles, a faraway gaze, and lips slightly parted as if caught between thought and song.
The entire scene feels suspended — like the world is pausing to hold this breath of hers, this unfinished sketch, this edge between day and night.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: On a sunlit afternoon in a small town square, the ginger-haired girl cycled lazily between rows of old stone houses. Her fiery curls, captured with Impasto technique, rose and fell like waves of molten copper with every push of the pedals. The bicycle’s metal frame gleamed under the touch of Mixing Palette Knife, rough strokes giving the sense of shimmering movement.
The square itself glowed in soft ochres and faded reds, layered carefully with Glazing, so the light seemed to dance across the facades of centuries-old buildings. Children chased a ball across the cobblestones, rendered with swift, playful brushwork, while elders sat at shaded café tables, their outlines blurred into the background, as if life moved past them in a gentle haze.
She, however, stood out in vivid relief – the crisp white of her summer dress catching the golden sunlight in thick, textured strokes. As she rode, her gaze was lifted skyward, where the town’s clock tower stretched into the pale blue sky, painted in translucent layers that softened its rigid stone.
The entire scene carried the rhythm of freedom – the hum of tires against stone, the flicker of light against hair, the pulse of a summer day that seemed both fleeting and eternal.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: On the rooftop at dusk, the ginger-haired girl leans against a low brick wall, knitting a long scarf that ripples in the evening breeze; the sky behind her burns with layered palette knife streaks of violet and orange, her hair catching the light in fiery impasto swirls, while the soft glow of the city below is veiled in delicate glazing, creating a dreamlike haze, and every thread she pulls seems to stitch her gently into the vast, breathing canvas of the night.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: A ginger-haired girl sits on the edge of an old wooden pier, her legs dangling just above the water. The lake is painted with Glazing layers of deep indigo and turquoise, soft ripples catching hints of silver light like fragments of glass. The palette knife strokes across the surface make the water shimmer in broken textures, alive yet untouchable.
Her hair, loose and wild, cascades down her back in fiery copper streams, thickly rendered in Impasto, so that each curl seems carved out of paint itself. She wears a simple white linen dress, the folds catching shadows in soft grays and pale blues, suggesting the quiet weight of evening.
Next to her, a sketchbook lies open — the page blank except for the faintest charcoal outline of a bird mid-flight. A small breeze lifts the edge of the paper, almost as if inviting her to finish the drawing.
Above, the sky is a twilight orchestra: layers of plum, dusty rose, and fading gold, spread wide with a sweeping knife. A single lantern glows faintly at the pier’s end, its warmth reaching just enough to illuminate her profile — freckles, a faraway gaze, and lips slightly parted as if caught between thought and song.
The entire scene feels suspended — like the world is pausing to hold this breath of hers, this unfinished sketch, this edge between day and night.
Prompt: St. Patricks Day. Dark Irish Beer. Irish landscape. A ginger haired dark celtic witch. Nature. Forest Wood. Leprechaun looking from behind a tree. bag of gold
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
