Prompt: The artwork is a painting by Vania Bouwmeester Pentcheva, a Bulgarian artist living in the Netherlands. Titled "Autumn View", the work is part of a series exploring emotions and memories inspired by nature.
Title: Autumn View.
Artist: Vania Bouwmeester Pentcheva.
Year: 2022.
Style: Abstract and contemporary Expressionism.
Technique: Acrylic and oil on linen or wood.
Provenance: The artist has exhibited her work in Bulgaria, the Netherlands, and South Africa.
Prompt: Vivid memories fading, old man lost in thought, abstract concepts swirling, blurred recollections, fragments of past, surreal mindscapes, deep introspection, shadowy figures, ethereal atmosphere, floating memories, inner turmoil, conceptual art, digital painting, dreamlike quality, dark and light contrasts, enigmatic shadows, emotional depth, by Salvador Dali and Rene Magritte, Artstation.
Prompt: The following scenes are raining-pouring (as such surreal rain of scenes-images):
Yeah, it's like that
Yeah, it's like that
Yeah, it's like that...
Recently K. (Katherine Linn Sage) told me
that she hates P. (Andreja Peklar)
but that she really, really loves me
A while later P. replied
that she can't even feel K.
and if I'm seeing her, I'm out of it
but she'd really go on a date with me.
Yeah, it's like that
Yeah, it's like that
Yeah, it's like that...
I met Es (Eva Hesse) last night
She said that we probably won't see each other for the last time
and said if I know P. and K.?
They're nice cows – she said
and ordered another tonic water.
An hour later my sweet mom woke me up on the phone
if I know that X. (Zhang Xiaogang) called me?
Then B. (Ernie Barnes) called
Do I know X.?
that he's a real moron
and when will I pay him back
that he's on the run.
Yeah, he's like that
Yeah, he's like that
Yeah, he's like that...
Tonight I'm going to a party
And K. will be there, P. will be there, Es will be there,
B. will be there and X will be there.
Everyone chats a lot
They exchange phone numbers again
and then they go home by tram rather than taxi
I wave to them and sing:
"Do You Love Me"
Then of course I'll meet C (Cecily Brown).
She'll be a little upset and says:
You were with K., P., Es, X. and B.?
I'm so sorry for you.
I'm so sorry for you.
I'm so sorry for you.
I'm so sorry for you.
I'm so sorry for you.
Would you like to come to my place for a little dinner?
Yeah. I'll say it. I want to. And you know why, C.?
Prompt: I cling to small memories like fragile lifelines, but they slip through my fingers with every heartbeat. Each breath is both relief and punishment. I wonder if stillness will ever feel like freedom. Inspired by Toyin Ojih Odutola, Zdzisław Beksiński, Julie Mehretu, James Jean, and Wangechi Mutu.
Prompt: Amelie Elmquist aka Amelea (Just a 21yo blonde), tangible emotions, pearl necklace full body, lipstick kiss paper, valentine, new york, balcony, static,!, they're coming to get you, in a room, take your shape and your, from a Rom Com. Lipstick in the margin, memories. horror movie trailer, anonymous, past catalogue of recurring dreams but they focus different details but can you tell who is really me, pale stucco, grey, blue, colour blind, you choose, yellow hair, static pull, fingertips, find a hold, memorise don't let go, on the stem, bucketful, make a wish, sow the seed, hope one day it'll reach me, I know you can reach me, we've got the same arm span, I know you can reach me
Prompt: In the centre of the image is a large stone human heart floating in the air. A massive stone staircase leads up from this heart. A grey-haired boy sits on this staircase in a thoughtful pose. Many different photographs are scattered on the ground. The ground looks like a sandy desert.
Prompt: masterpiece, hyper-realistic, a person's face and skin are subtly etched with and made from countless micro-sized, perfectly clear images and text from their memories, like a living, breathing tapestry of their entire life. Their iris reflects a complex, infinite pattern like a fractal. They are in a quiet library, their hand resting on a blank book. Their expression is serene but deeply weary, carrying the weight of every second they have lived. extreme detail, dramatic lighting, high contrast, somber mood, anatomical artwork
Prompt: The Forget-Me-Not Archive: A fragile figure embroidered with tiny Forget-Me-Nots across their skin like indexed memories, each one trembling faintly when remembered, Beautiful young brunette woman sensual green eyes posing with arms touching head. abstract cubism drawing. Style M. C. Escher and Wassily Kandinsky and Kazimir Malevich
Modifiers:
elegant 4k very attractive beautiful high detail high definition colourful
, rendered in Mnemonic flora notation and Blue-bloom emotional indexing , Whimsical colorful vivid watercolor by Gabriel Pacheco, Stylized figure of a hyper-realistic woman sitting with her head close to her knees and her arms embracing her legs. Her body is all white with black and white floral designs details, the background is white, perfect body anatomy Black,white and red a defined surreal wet on wet oil on water dripping alcohol ink, charcoal pencil sketch a woman with no real translucent substance made of black dandelion flowers caught in a powerful emotions and web, the background is white minimal reminiscent in style of Aubrey Beardsley
Modifiers:
trending on Artstation crisp quality cinematic composition Surrealism crisp realism 8 K 64K, UHD, HDR, HQ realistic rendering 4k 4K 3D detail high definition cinematic postprocessing beautiful award winning hyperrealistic ultra detailed crisp contrasts *Sylverdali* Finely rendered Richly layered Complex and Elaborate Complexly detailed Imaginative Absurdist SG* , So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods....
Prompt: At twilight, a mist-veiled lake shimmers with memory. As the traveler nears, a hauntingly beautiful woman’s face forms on the rippling surface ethereal, alluring, and sorrowful. Her eyes, deep as moonlit pools, and parted lips seem to whisper forgotten truths. She is not a reflection, but the traveler’s soul-shadow—older, wiser, or quietly corrupted. Ripples distort and reveal her image, carrying fragments like petals, feathers, or glowing runes.. Her gaze, deep as moonlit pools, whispers forgotten truths. Formed by ripples that carry petals, feathers, and glowing runes, she is the traveler’s soul-shadow. older, wiser, or quietly corrupted. Behind her, the lake stretches into a dreamscape of ancient trees, veiled cliffs, and a sky brushed in silver and indigo. She is the echo beneath the lake, an invitation and a warning.
Prompt: pastel color, high contrast. extreme metaphorically galore, extreme real surrealist,
Opening the logbook out jumps the summer memories of coast and beach
Prompt: A woman stands entwined in a dark, tangled web, its dense threads fragile yet unyielding, with fragments of memories and emotions trapped within, echoes of emotional abuse, physical harm, and systemic oppression, in a somber style reminiscent of Ashley Wood, Simon Stalenhag, and Tara McPherson, with a focus on capturing pain, vulnerability, and resilience.
Prompt: The Forget-Me-Not Archive: A fragile figure embroidered with tiny Forget-Me-Nots across their skin like indexed memories, each one trembling faintly when remembered, rendered in Mnemonic flora notation and Blue-bloom emotional indexing , Whimsical colorful vivid watercolor by Gabriel Pacheco, So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods....
Prompt: A solitary hyper-realistic soft powdery white porcelain skin toned woman stands in a vast, wind-swept terrain her presence a delicate contrast to the barren surroundings. Formed from translucent layers of smoke-like fabric and soft moonlit tones, the woman appears almost weightless in contrast her unruly long red hair blows wildy around her in the breeze. Her gown, a blend of muted midnight pastels, pale red, and sheer white lace, trails behind her woven with fine threads, symbols of the burdens she carries from her scraps of past, present and future swirling in the wind. Light glints off fragments, paper, letters, dead flowers, scattered like forgotten memories. The composition evokes the quiet surrealism, the restrained landscapes of Simon Stålenhag, and the expressive elegance of Loish. Soft painterly textures and a minimalist backdrop frame the figure with a sense of stillness and depth, conveying silent resilience within a dreamlike, melancholic atmosphere.
Prompt: A young man stands on a winding dirt path in a vibrant autumn forest, surrounded by trees adorned with orange and yellow leaves. He has medium brown hair, styled casually, and possesses a slim build. His skin has a fair tone, and he is wearing a dark, button-up shirt and cargo pants, paired with a sturdy backpack slung over one shoulder. In his hands, he holds a photograph, while several other photographs float around him, showcasing different portraits of a young woman, each framed with a vintage aesthetic. The warm hues of the sunset cast a golden glow throughout the scene, illuminating the vibrant foliage and creating a magical ambiance. In the background, gentle hills rise, fading into the distance beneath a sky tinged with soft oranges and purples, enhancing the tranquil yet mysterious atmosphere of this moment. It's about the bittersweet nature of love, loss, and the passage of time. It can also be seen as a reflection on the importance of cherishing life's moments and experiences, even when they eventually end. The image is meant to express a sense of acceptance of change and a longing for the past while acknowledging the unpredictability of life.
Prompt: The Forget-Me-Not Archive: A fragile figure embroidered with tiny Forget-Me-Nots across their skin like indexed memories, each one trembling faintly when remembered, rendered in Mnemonic flora notation and Blue-bloom emotional indexing , Whimsical colorful vivid watercolor by Gabriel Pacheco, So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods....
Prompt: Atmosphere of a shady garden, past life, melancholy, a woman in a dark dress with a print of small roses, ripe pears on a garden table, in the style of Saturn Butto, by Scott Bergey
Prompt: The soul leaving a girls body sitting being looked at by death himself, overlooking all her memories, thought, fun, sad, anger, and all life has to give
Prompt: "Canyon of Lost and Found Dreams"
A gorge splits reality—one cliff filled with discarded memories, the other blooming with unrealized desires.
Painter styles: Leonora Carrington, Edward Hopper, Norval Morrisseau
Techniques: Symbolist painting, woodcut, color field painting
Prompt: He channels every unspoken memory from the stars' dark side.
Shady Vlad is not an artist — he's an echo engineer.
Each line a map back to the origin before language.
Style: Stellar noise. Pre-verbal prophecy. Archetype resurge.
Prompt: She stood at the edge of the cliff where sunlight danced in the wind, eyes closed, heart wide open. The wind carried memories now - wild laughter among the trees, the warm touch of moss beneath bare feet, the sparkle of fireflies weaving wishes through twilight. In the quiet, the grown elf listened not to the forest, but to the voice she’d carried all along. A voice small, bright, and forever hers.
“I remember when we laughed until we fell,” said the child within her. “When the river knew our secrets and the stars called us by name.” The older self smiled, her hand resting lightly on the bark of her favorite ancient tree, the one that had always bent a little closer when she needed it most. “Don’t let me fade,” the inner voice whispered. “Remind me I mattered. That I still do.”
So the grown one knelt beside a flower they once named “Tickletuft,” her fingers brushing its petals. “You do matter,” she replied aloud. “You are the root of everything I became. The fire in my soul, the breeze that lifts my courage.” The child’s joy rippled through her - pure and unfiltered - and suddenly, she wasn’t alone in her body, not entirely. They were two, walking together again.
Every hill they had climbed, every song they had sung, every friend they’d loved - it all returned, like echoes lighting up the long path behind her. “When I was scared,” the child’s voice said, “you kept going for me.” The elf’s eyes filled with tears. “And now, when I grow weary,” she replied, “it’s your spark that pulls me back.”
Prompt: ((Masterpiece)), ((A mysterious place in my dreams)), high resolution, intricate details, 8k, wallpaper, concept art, Use stunning color oil drawing on textured paper. By Van Gogh and Picasso.
“The Foxglove Circuit of the Cicada Memory Choir”
Electric cicadas roost on towering foxglove plants, vibrating the memories of extinct insects into the leaves each decade.
Painter fusion: Yayoi Kusama, Francis Picabia, Joan Miró.
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.
