Prompt: Alas and woe, moaning and groaning. Life is not going well for the man. Dressed like a clochard, he sits on a large stone in front of a deep, dark cave and stares into space. White smoke comes out of the cave and stays low to the ground. Small aliens with green skin and big blue eyes walk among the plumes of smoke. A saucer-shaped UFO hangs high in the dark sky.
Prompt: Four children dressed as the horsemen of the apocalypse ride on toy horses. A black, a red, a white and a pale one. They drive through a fairytale landscape. There are a lot of skulls among all the flowers on the ground.
In the background you see an angel with a flaming sword.
Prompt: I also made this drawing with pencil. What does the material evoke while working? It has become a garden with disturbed plants. Some with flowers, some with poison, some to eat, some to forget. Then I think of the phrase: if you like flowers, you pick them, if you love them you leave them. Eventually they all wither away.
Then again, yes. For a short period of time they add something to the world. Is life a manifestation of that limited now or is it the continuous continuation of DNA in subsequent life forms.
In the meantime I listen to Ren's songs.
The great thing about art is that it can be passed on for centuries. Not only do you live on in DNA, but also in the thoughts, ideas and feelings passed on to your art form.
The huiskamerartiest is already thinking about the next drawing for which he already has the canvas ready.
Prompt: Split personality
Revenge, anger, issues, adrenaline, hate, anxious, madness, sick
Sad, lonely, left behind,
Just let karma do the work, stay warm, sweet, loved, no change, trust
Walk the road
Prompt: A man has an green protective suit on. He has a gasmask on his face with a long tube connected to a backpack. On his feet he has red rubber boots.
In his hands he has a big raygun looking very futuristic.
On the ground are laying barrels of radioactive waste and biohazard material. The signs are on the barrel.
A yellow fluid with up popping bubbles floats between the barrels. Purple smoke is rising up from the floor to the sky.
Little monsters with claws and big blue eyes are sitting on the barrels.
Prompt: Put Trump in a scene and dress like he's Caligula. With a horse as a senator. This in the middle of a baganal with drink, food, slaves and dancing women. Let the madness drip off. Put scared senators around him.
Prompt: A man looks into a round tunnel with a bright light in the colours of the rainbow at the end. On the inside of the tunnel hang pictures of a life. Starting with a baby. The further into the tunnel, the older the children in the pictures become. At the top of the tunnel hang lamps at regular intervals that radiate a yellow light. On the ground walk little angels in a blue glow and little devils in a red glow.
Prompt: Just get away. All of you can is disappear for all I care I don't feel like learning to be good I'll end up in the gutter anyway Children don't want to play with me Call me a rat and point at me The only one I care about He's never there, that's my dad My mother can't stand me I never do anything right for her I don't even have to ask for love Swearing is all she does No wonder my dad went sailing I wasn't allowed to come along, I'm too small I have to do it on my own Until he comes back someday If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone Maybe when dad is on the ship When he's back from the sea He says again, listen Cis Why don't you come with me I'm only a child after all I can't do it all alone Maybe I'll find happiness someday But how that's a big problem If only I had someone to love Two soft arms around me That would always protect me I feel so damn alone
Prompt: The Devil and God are sitting together on a rock watching in to a valley where a great amount of people are fighting with each other.
They are having fun. Above them angels and demons are flying around.
Prompt: Slowly time burns out.
A clock is ticking his last seconds away.
In the hour glass a last piece of sand drops down.
The sun sets and the sun dail has no shadow anymore.
A man is looking at all this devices created by men to measure time .
The floor is covered with dust. Spider rag is between all the devices in the room
Prompt: A little boy and girl stand hand in hand looking down a street with grey and dark rubble of broken buildings on the left and right. Out of the rubble comes smoke and there are little fires. It is raining and the streets are full of holes and covered with puddles. The sky is full of dark clouds. It is a dark and gloomy scene.
Prompt: A hand just barely sticks out of a pool of quicksand surrounded by ghostly roots and branches. Gas from the quicksand bubbles up. At the edge of the swamp is an old wooden sign with the alpha omega sign on it. The beginning and the end. This scene is lit by a full moon that casts shadows from the trees onto the ground.
Prompt: in a large empty round room there is a large coffee machine in the middle of the room. You can tap coffee all around. There are lots of people chatting standing in a circle around the coffee machine. There is an comic style elephant sitting on top of the coffee machine.
Prompt: Started differently than usual with lines made of dashes. Boxes are created and I started filling them with colors and doodles. The huiskamerartiest feels watched by the drawing. Reflections of thinking. Mirrored feelings. DNA strings that form your body and brains that prepare to be inhabited by your thoughts, your feelings, your memories, built from what all your senses experience, interpret and let it learn. On the way to where the body can no longer accommodate what you have collected as a soul. Just heard that we are all droplets that rise from a large mass and eventually return there.
Prompt: Who are the ones who need an intervention.
The victims of the behaviour or the ones causing the suffering? Aren't they sick in there heads?
The law cannot always protect people because the actions are only moral dispicable.
Does our society not need better moral standards?
Making the live of the most people better.
Prompt: If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
That you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
And walk on by
And walk by
(Don't stop)
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk on by
(Don't stop)
And walk by
(Don't stop)
Prompt: People are standing in a circle holding hands and watching to the outside. Around the circle wolves, hyenas, rats, monkeys and are watching to this circle. Above the circle vultures are flying.
Inside the circle children are playing on green gras.
The outside of the circle is just dessert sand.
Prompt: Het Zich Rechtende of: het Vuur.
Dit hexagram wil vooral vertellen hoe mensen elkaar nodig hebben.
Dat je afhankelijk bent van anderen in deze samenleving.
Zodra je beseft dat je niet zonder die anderen kunt, zal je dat alleen maar voordeel brengen.
Dan zul je 'je plaats in de wereld vinden' zoals de I Tjing dat zo mooi zegt.
Het is ook mogelijk dat je, door wie je bent of wat je doet, zo sterk met de natuur in harmonie bent, dat je die harmonie ook op anderen weet over te brengen.
In al deze gevallen zal je vraag aan de I Tjing met dit hexagram positief worden beantwoord.
Het is best mogelijk dat op liefdesgebied iemand een goed woordje voor je doet.
Iemand die bij de andere partij respect afdwingt, helpt je om het contact te verbeteren.
Prompt: And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all, and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Yes, it was my way
Prompt: It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by
My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by
It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by
Prompt: I close my eyes
And imagine you're here
Did it all seem so hopeless
Given the chance
I would ask
Forgive me
I didn't do a thing to make you stay
I didn't say a word to make you stay
If I would have known
Could I have tried to make it easier?
But I didn't do a thing
Or say a word
One word
And I don't know why you're gone, now you're gone
No beautiful goodbye
You will never leave my mind
And it turns out to be so much different than our dreams
Now you're, you're a star in heaven
My thoughts unsaid
Stuck in my head
And it all feels so useless
Never forget to give all I have
Forgive me
I couldn't do a thing to make you stay
And I couldn't say a word to make you stay
If I could have known
Could I have tried to make it easier?
But I couldn't do a thing
Or say a word
One word
And I don't know why you're gone
Now you're gone
No beautiful goodbye
You will never leave my mind
And it turns out to be so much different than our dreams
Now you're, yeah you're a star in heaven
Still I don't know why you're gone, now you're gone
No beautiful goodbye
You will never leave my mind
And it turns out to be so much different than our dreams
Now you're
You're a star in heaven
You're a star in heaven now
You're a star in heaven
Yeah you're my star
Prompt: I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
Mad As a Hatter
Larkin Poe
I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
It's hard to draw a clear distinction
When you are who you are
Through the looking glass, the past and future begin to blur
Though I keep playing
Well they say the world is what you make it
You think, speak and breathe
And those rules still apply, stuck in a world of make believe
You make the best of what you are given
Off with the head, off with the head
Paint the roses, paint the roses
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
Prompt: An astronaut in a steampunk suit walks on the moon. In the background is a steampunk spaceship. Past the man, another astronaut in a steampunk suit drives in a beautiful steampunk car. Behind the car is a cloud of moon dust. On the horizon, you see the earth in full light.
Prompt: A little boy and girl stand hand in hand looking down a street with grey and dark rubble of broken buildings on the left and right. Out of the rubble comes smoke and there are little fires. It is raining and the streets are full of holes and covered with puddles. The sky is full of dark clouds. It is a dark and gloomy scene.
Prompt: Roadkill. This word came to mind when I saw a hedgehog lying dead on the road. Hundreds of people have driven past or over it. Maybe a few people think it's a bit sad, but in the end it doesn't make a dent in anyone's soul.
For me, small things often become very big or vice versa, I make big things small just to try to understand how the world works. Isn't every injustice ultimately roadkill? No matter what happens, eventually the world will start moving again.
The huiskamerartiest drew with this word in mind. This will not get any color.
Prompt: When all clocks stop ticking. What is then left of time?
When you die, stops the world as it is?
A white fat rabbit with a big pocket watch is afraid as he sees time stopping and everything around him is dying and leaving in a great rapture.
Time is stolen by evil red eyes demons circling around the Rabbit with mean smiles and claws as fingers
On the ground empty bodies are laying around.
It is horrific.
A purple angel is watching the scene with a burning sword in het hands
Prompt: Gestolde gedachten als lava gesmoord in een kille wereld die langzaam de hitte weg heeft genomen.
De man verloor hiermee zijn laatste dromen.
Het vuur is verdwenen. Opgebrand.
Het licht heeft geschenen. Verband.
Laatste rookwolken vervliegen in een wolk van stoom in een diepblauwe lucht. Dit met als enig geluid een man zijn laatste zucht.
Aan de horizon is een ondergaande zon die de wolken nog wat oplicht met avondrood.
De man kijkt in het laatste licht op zoek naar wat hem ooit nog verlichting bood.
De wereld lijkt leeg en verlaten.
Niemand meer om tegen te praten.
Prompt: I'M FREE- I'm free,
And freedom tastes of reality,
I'm free-I'm free,
AN' I'm waiting for you to follow me
If I told you what it takes
To reach the highest high,
You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
I'm free-I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
I'm free-I'm free
And I'm waiting for you to follow me
How can we follow?
Prompt: On a gray sidewalk tile floating in space stands a small knight, waving a keyboard and a computer mouse in his hands. In the space you see many lightning-like yellow lines running.
Prompt: A man is sitting on a chair in the middle of a whirlwind. The whirlwind is filled with three mad man, clowns and scary demons flying in this twister.
The whirlwind is in the middle of ruins of destroyed buildings. High in the sky the whirlwind is making an opening in dark clouds with lightning.
Prompt: Elon Musk noemt zichzelf Kekius Maximus.
Ieder dorp had vroeger een eigen dorpsgek.
We leven in een steeds kleiner wordende wereld.
Misschien is de tijd wel rijp dat wij een wereld gek krijgen.
Dit zoals in James Bond films waar een rijke gevaarlijke gek probeert macht over de wereld te krijgen.
Dit geholpen door nuttige idioten om hem heen.
Mensenlevens doen er voor dit soort gekken niet toe. Allemaal pionnen op hun schaakbord. Ze wanen zich als een soort van god die het recht hebben om te heersen en te beslissen over leven en dood.
Waanzin in een afglijdende wereld.
Waar is James Bond als je hem nodig hebt.
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.
