Prompt: Abstract in the style of lowry blended with the aesthetics of Charles rennie macintosh.
Her love is the gravity that,
Keeps me from drifting away,
Her love is the light and the heat,
Which enables me to grow, to learn,
To love, and play. Her love is the space,
in which I define my shape,
An event horizon I don’t want to escape.
Prompt: Does my bum look big in this? Layer upon layer of double exposure images. In style of Charles rennie macintosh and dali and heirmonyous bosch Muted colour splash in the foreground
Prompt: To you, the sun and all the stars I give,
It is through your love I live
Layer upon layer of double exposure images In style of Charles rennie macintosh and dali and heirmonyous bosch Muted colour splash in the foreground
Prompt: I've travelled this world alone, without you by my side, so many wrong turns taken, without you as my guide. Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: I've travelled this world alone, without you by my side, so many wrong turns taken, without you as my guide. Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: I've walked this world alone, without you by my side, so many wrong turns taken, without you as my guide.
Confusion bounds. Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: misted skies imagining you as a dream. Abstract in the style of John Lavery blended with the aesthetics of Charles Rennie Macintosh. Drawn with an acrylic paint swipe technique
Prompt: Ghostlike figure reflected in a mirror. Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke. Hand painted antique canvas of a Risograph Art. Abstract minalism
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of green, looking mean, trying to find an answer.
Stars seem to shine like thoughts in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of green, looking mean, trying to find an answer.
Stars seem to shine like thoughts in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of green, looking mean, trying to find an answer.
Stars seem to shine like thoughts in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
Prompt: Surreal artwork. I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of red, absolving the dead, trying to find an answer. Stars seem to shine like thoughts in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
Prompt: : Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork. Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me
Prompt: A vibrant, textured painting of a willow tree with cascading leaves against a soft moonlit background, blending shades of green, blue, and hints of colorful dots in the grass below... Abstract minimalism. Surreal in the style of Joan miro
Prompt: git checkout master
git pull origin master
git merge featre/reportability-frontend
# Resolve conflicts if any
git add .
git commit -m "Resolved merge conflicts"
git push origin master
cubism when practised by a neurotic Jackson Pollock attempting to paint the chaos of repo
Prompt: Rouge, pretty Rouge, shouting out your name, the maylins of morning watching, sun shining spectres, making breath taking scenes, following the swallows of dream.
Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
Her home, her castle, it was but a room in the dark. She clothed me and fed me,
warmed me and read me,
Titled me with her thoughts.
But everything was so false, no matter where I hit,
she seemed to just look through me,
and nothing seemed to fit
Prompt: Hope it has been my guide, chance my winning number, dreams my magical reality, that's kept me wrapped in sleep. Style of Max Ernst and Salvidor Dali
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.