Prompt: Blood Red Thread in Soap Dish: A white ceramic soap dish holds tangled red embroidery thread soaked slightly in water, resembling veins floating in a fragile pool.
Primary Artist: Frida Kahlo.
Enhancement Artist: Doris Salcedo.
Emotional Impact: Quiet agony.
Additional Elements: The soap dish bears faint cracks in the glaze.
Prompt: Starfall Over the Salt Flats: A boundless expanse of white salt crust stretches to the farthest edges of vision — unbroken, crystalline, shimmering faintly in moonlight. Near the center, a narrow depression holds a puddle of ancient water, still as glass, reflecting the stars with perfect clarity. Overhead, a meteor carves a bright arc across the midnight sky, leaving a fading ribbon of white fire. No sound, no wind, only the quiet crackle of salt contracting in the cool. A tumbleweed rests nearby, caught mid-roll, frozen in time. Maxfield Parrish renders the sky as a dream — black velvet streaked with silver, the stars like pinpricks into eternity. Andrew Wyeth brings out the raw, cracked geometry of the salt flats, the fragile edges of the mirrored puddle, and the timeless weight of stillness. Albert Bierstadt places the viewer within the bowl of the Earth — the moment so vast, yet intimate, that even a single falling star feels like a whispered invocation.
Prompt: Cabin with Smoke and Silence: Nestled against a forested ridge, a solitary log cabin rests with its chimney just beginning to release a thin trail of smoke into the crisp dawn air. The world is layered in snow — on the roof, the windowsills, and the low-stone steps — yet there are no tracks, as if the inhabitant has not yet stirred. Pines cluster around the back of the cabin like sentinels, their boughs laden with snow that glows with the faintest hint of sunrise. Maxfield Parrish illuminates the sky with a radiant peach-to-ice-blue gradient, as if the sun is just gathering courage to rise. Andrew Wyeth gives tactile life to the bark, snow, and smoky glass windows, grounding the image in human presence without showing a soul. Albert Bierstadt opens the forested ridge and fills the horizon with depth, suggesting solitude without loneliness.
Prompt: Village Lane under Lilac-Gray Rain:
Cobblestones glisten under a steady spring drizzle as villagers hurriedly pass beneath umbrellas. Purple-tinged clouds blur distant hills into haze, while rainwater channels between stones in silvery veins. Flower boxes drip with saturated greens and muted blossoms.
Enhance this tranquil and picturesque scene, rich in detail and atmosphere, by applying Monet’s wet-canvas techniques to capture rain’s sheen; Pissarro’s intimate portrayal of daily life and architecture; and Sisley’s nuanced handling of misty horizons to unify earth and sky.
Prompt: Portrait of a Barista in Grid: A hyper-realistic close-up of a young barista’s face, mid-conversation, her features broken into a subtle painted grid with tiny color modulations; individual coffee splatters on her apron are visible in the lower frame.
Primary Artist: Chuck Close.
Enhancement Artist: Kehinde Wiley.
Emotional Impact: Grounded, present.
Additional Elements: Reflections of café lights dance across her irises.
Prompt: Empty Chair by the Canyon Edge: A single iron chair, rusting elegantly with age, stands alone at the very edge of a vast canyon, its back turned toward the viewer. The chair’s spindles cast long shadows across the sandstone floor, warped slightly by the uneven rock. Behind it, the canyon opens in layered strata of rose, umber, and violet, disappearing into a haze of early evening. A wide-brimmed hat rests on the seat, tethered by a faded blue scarf fluttering just slightly in the high air. Maxfield Parrish lights the sky in a tender wash of pale gold and lilac, the horizon a watercolor of restraint. Andrew Wyeth traces the weathering of the chair, the texture of fabric soft with wind, and the granular dust blown gently against the legs. Albert Bierstadt makes the canyon rise not with drama, but reverence — as if the Earth paused to remember whoever once sat here, listening to the silence.
Prompt: Frozen Lake Beneath the Ridge Moon: A vast alpine lake lies still and sealed under a smooth, unbroken crust of ice that reflects the moon like burnished silver. Above, a ridge of snow-capped peaks cuts sharply into the sky, and the moon — full and brilliant — casts crisp shadows across the lake’s surface. Pine trees border the shore in dark silhouettes, while in the foreground, a single set of boot prints leads from the edge of the frame to a small wooden bench facing the view. Maxfield Parrish captures the surreal luminance of moonlight on snow and ice, turning the night into a celestial painting. Andrew Wyeth renders each print, each rough board of the bench, and each breath of cold into tangible experience. Albert Bierstadt expands the ridge and sky into the sublime, where light and quiet deepen into eternity.
Prompt: Autumnal Orchard in Eragny:
Gnarled apple trees, heavy with red and gold fruit, stand amid dew-wet grass that shimmers in the chill dawn light. Smoke curls from a low chimney in the distance, weaving into the pale amber sky. Fallen apples and scattered leaves carpet the ground in vibrant contrast to shifting green blades.
Enhance this tranquil and picturesque scene, rich in detail and atmosphere, by using Monet’s jewel-like strokes to highlight dew and fruit; Pissarro’s pastoral warmth for orchard textures; and Sisley’s spacious framing to evoke the orchard’s seasonal rhythm.
Prompt: Selfie Grid: Teen with Glasses and Acne: A detailed portrait of a teenage boy, his smartphone just out of frame; each square of the image reflects slight tonal shifts in skin texture, blemishes, and lens glare on his glasses.
Primary Artist: Chuck Close.
Enhancement Artist: Jenny Saville.
Emotional Impact: Vulnerable, unfiltered.
Additional Elements: Background blur replicates digital bokeh.
Prompt: Windmill Without Motion at Dawn: On a dry, cracked plain bordered by distant low mountains, an old windmill stands unmoving — its blades stilled, its tail vane creaking in the shifting light. The ground is hard, split like old parchment, save for a single line of green threading toward the base: a stubborn vine, still clinging to the possibility of water. The sky is just beginning to burn — orange and gold bleeding through midnight blue — and a crescent moon still lingers above the blades. Maxfield Parrish paints the sky with alchemical precision, the light unfolding like a revelation across a sleeping world. Andrew Wyeth reveals the corrugation of the metal, the delicate wilt of the vine’s leaves, and the way light first brushes against the windmill’s base. Albert Bierstadt gives scale to the plain and depth to the horizon, letting the stillness stretch beyond what the eye can hold — a monument to waiting.
Prompt: The Window With No Candle: A stone farmhouse sits at the far edge of a snowy hill, its roof bowed beneath the weight of deep snowdrifts. One window faces the viewer, dark and empty — no candle, no glow — and the stillness it projects is both intimate and vast. The slope before the house is untouched, save for a sagging clothesline now frozen into place, with tattered clothespins clinging to brittle line. Overhead, clouds have opened slightly, revealing a few soft stars. Maxfield Parrish lends a hushed pastel glow to the opening sky and shadows. Andrew Wyeth shapes the sorrowful realism of the forgotten laundry line and window frame with delicate restraint. Albert Bierstadt places the house against a sweeping winter landscape, turning absence into atmosphere and solitude into quiet reverence.
Prompt: Moonrise over a Frosted Marsh:
Silvery moonlight drapes frost-tipped reeds and glassy channels in ethereal glow. Fireflies wink like distant lanterns, their tiny sparks dancing among muted greens and grays. The horizon’s low banks dissolve into mist, lending the scene an otherworldly hush.
Enhance this tranquil and picturesque scene, rich in detail and atmosphere, by channeling Monet’s nocturnal luminosity; Pissarro’s gentle attention to marshland flora; and Sisley’s subtle gradations to deepen the mist-shrouded ambiance.
Prompt: Tattooed Woman in Side Light: A side-facing portrait of a heavily tattooed woman in soft window light, with each grid cell rendering ink details, skin folds, and light’s play on her earring in photographic clarity.
Primary Artist: Chuck Close.
Enhancement Artist: Zaria Forman.
Emotional Impact: Fierce and serene.
Additional Elements: Soft hair strands break the rigid edge of the grid.
Prompt: The Prayer Rocks at Noon: In a remote arroyo, three tall stones stand upright in a triangular formation, weathered by centuries of wind and sun. Their surfaces are etched with faint petroglyphs — spirals, handprints, deer — barely visible beneath layers of sand. The sun is high, unrelenting, and casts knife-edged shadows that fall in perfect symmetry from the rocks' sides. Between them lies a shallow basin carved by time, dry but filled with flower petals, left by unseen hands. A desert breeze lifts a few into the air, drifting like feathers. Maxfield Parrish sets the sky into blazing ultramarine, its perfection sharpened by light and contrast. Andrew Wyeth brings the carved stone into intimacy — every crack and faint mark revealed with reverent scrutiny. Albert Bierstadt broadens the valley walls that cradle the stones — as if these prayer rocks hold a geography older than language, older even than silence.
Prompt: Tracks Across the White Plain: An unbroken field of white snow stretches into the horizon, interrupted only by a narrow set of sled tracks that carve a winding line toward a low, distant barn. The wind has already begun to fill the grooves, softening the edges of the path, while the barn stands mute and small beneath a sky that is both infinite and pale. In the foreground, a single fencepost leans slightly, half-buried and encased in frost, its barbed wire long since snapped. Maxfield Parrish glazes the sky in icy translucence, where cold becomes light. Andrew Wyeth infuses the fencepost and snow with delicate gravity — a weight born of memory. Albert Bierstadt unfolds the plain and deepens the barn’s isolation, making the entire scene feel like the pause between breaths.
Prompt: Haystacks at Dusk:
Rounded haystacks stand sentinel across freshly plowed fields, each casting violet-tinged shadows that stretch toward a glowing peach sky. Stray stalks catch the last light, their golden tips flickering against darkening earth. Wisps of high cirrus clouds add texture overhead.
Enhance this tranquil and picturesque scene, rich in detail and atmosphere, by using Monet’s glowing color harmonies at twilight; Pissarro’s tactile brushwork on field and straw; and Sisley’s measured compositions to balance land, sky, and fading light.
Prompt: Elder with Freckles and Laugh Lines: A grayscale hyper-realistic portrait of an elderly Black man smiling with warmth, each facial feature etched in fine value gradients, with the grid fading at the edges like memory.
Primary Artist: Chuck Close.
Enhancement Artist: Barkley L. Hendricks.
Emotional Impact: Wise and magnetic.
Additional Elements: One eye twinkles with a highlight like starlight.
Prompt: Waking Dust in the Adobe Courtyard: A small adobe courtyard, enclosed on three sides, rests in early morning shadow. Sunlight slips in through an open wooden gate, scattering motes of dust that spiral upward like incense. A broom leans beside a low doorway, and potted succulents — agave, aloe, and flowering cactus — cast soft-edged shadows on the whitewashed wall. The scent of mesquite smoke lingers faintly in the cool air. A lizard darts across the tile, pausing mid-motion in a shaft of gold. Maxfield Parrish captures the beam of sun with holy reverence — turning dust into stars. Andrew Wyeth lingers on the cracked terra-cotta pots, the brush of soot above the old fireplace, and the quiet gesture of a swept threshold. Albert Bierstadt frames the courtyard as sanctuary — an intimate desert cloister where time doesn’t pass, it listens.
Prompt: Moonlit Passage Through the Pine Hollow: A narrow snow-covered path snakes through a deep pine hollow, flanked by towering trees whose trunks vanish into the mist above. The forest floor is hushed under a thick white quilt, with only the occasional twig breaking through the crusted surface. A soft wind sends down a veil of snow from the branches, glinting in the light of a rising moon now framed directly between two trees. At the bend of the path, a crude wooden sled leans against a stump, half-buried in snow, as if hastily abandoned. The moonlight catches its rope handles and casts long shadows that disappear into the frozen underbrush. Maxfield Parrish paints the sky and snowflakes with silvery radiance, giving the scene an almost dreamlike hush. Andrew Wyeth’s intimate realism animates the rough bark, frayed rope, and pressed snow underfoot with quiet conviction. Albert Bierstadt envelops the hollow in grandeur, where the trees rise like cathedral columns and solitude becomes spiritual elevation.
Prompt: Liquid Chrome Drops on White Porcelain: Chrome-like liquid droplets are scattered across a pristine porcelain tile, each drop behaving like a miniature mirror, reflecting surroundings with distortion.
Primary Artist: Jason de Graaf.
Enhancement Artist: Tjalf Sparnaay.
Emotional Impact: Cold, sleek, precise.
Additional Elements: Soft reflections of a distant window appear in the drops.
Prompt: Young Girl with Neon Hair Clips: A child's portrait under natural light, her pink hair clips and uneven braids detailed to the strand, with a soft cheek smudge and nostril flare painted with Close’s tactile intensity.
Primary Artist: Chuck Close.
Enhancement Artist: Alice Neel.
Emotional Impact: Innocent and direct.
Additional Elements: Tiny grid squares are visible only on close inspection.
Prompt: Burro at the Dry Fountain: In a forgotten mission courtyard, framed by cracked adobe walls and arched shadows, an old stone fountain sits long-dry — its basin now filled with dust and drifting flower petals. A gray burro stands beside it, lean and still, tethered loosely to a rusted wrought-iron ring on the wall. Its ears flick toward a far-off sound — the distant rattle of wind through tamarisk branches. Above, the midday sky is a vast, blinding cerulean, with no clouds in sight. Maxfield Parrish imbues the stucco walls and fountain stone with an aliveness of color — sun-warmed pinks, soft ivory, and cobalt shadow. Andrew Wyeth renders the wiry musculature of the burro, the brittle petals, and the dryness of the cracked clay tiles with almost sacred intimacy. Albert Bierstadt wraps the courtyard in majestic quiet — as if even the light must lower its voice in the presence of age and sun.
Prompt: Thaw Beneath the Old Stone Bridge: An aged stone bridge arches across a narrow stream now partially thawed, where glimmering ribbons of water twist between ice shelves like veins of silver. The stones are damp and moss-covered, their mortar blackened by a century of winters. The banks are tufted with brown grasses just beginning to emerge from the melting snow. Beyond the bridge, leafless alders gather at the edge of a slow rise, their branches forming a tangle of shadows against the soft, gray sky. Under the bridge, the water mirrors the changing light — pale amber and slate — as though whispering of spring beneath winter’s surface. Maxfield Parrish lends the entire scene a subtle inner glow, saturating the mist with color barely perceptible. Andrew Wyeth captures the weathered texture of stone and the wet sheen of thawed earth, where decay becomes dignity. Albert Bierstadt provides depth to the receding meadow and distant treeline, creating a sacred tension between what is seen and what is felt.
Prompt: Glass Marble Tower with Sky Reflections: A stack of translucent marbles is arranged in a vertical tower, each one catching and inverting a crisp blue sky with clouds through its rounded lens.
Primary Artist: Jason de Graaf.
Enhancement Artist: Glennray Tutor.
Emotional Impact: Dreamlike and pristine.
Additional Elements: Tiny water droplets on base marble add surreal gravity.
Prompt: Construction Worker with Dust and Sweat: A man’s face, captured during a break on a job site, with micro-beads of sweat, dust particles, and worn stubble painted in astonishing detail across a tonal grid.
Primary Artist: Chuck Close.
Enhancement Artist: Richard Estes.
Emotional Impact: Gritty realism.
Additional Elements: Reflective safety vest pattern subtly enters the lower edge.
Prompt: Stormlight on the Distant Mesa: A towering mesa rises like a sentinel from the desert floor, its red stone walls scarred by millennia of wind and water. As a summer storm approaches, the sky fractures into a chiaroscuro of violet-black clouds and blinding gold shafts of sunlight. Rain can be seen falling in silver threads miles away, its motion silent and unreal. In the foreground, the cracked desert floor is suddenly alive with shadowplay and tension — sagebrush trembling under the sudden wind. A single hawk rides a thermal above the mesa, wings still against the sky. Maxfield Parrish captures the supernatural color of stormlight with luminous alchemy — the desert lit like the edge of a vision. Andrew Wyeth brings quiet power to the textures: the shimmer of storm-wet stone, the stiff bend of brush in gust. Albert Bierstadt lifts the mesa into myth — a holy relic caught between worlds, thunder rolling unseen.
Prompt: Crows on the Empty Field: A vast, snow-swept field stretches to a distant tree line, where dark silhouettes of bare elms guard the horizon like sentinels. In the foreground, the stark black forms of several crows punctuate the whiteness — one mid-flight, its wings fanned against the sky, another perched atop a frost-covered fencepost, and two more pacing deliberately near scattered seeds. Their presence feels ancient, alert, and otherworldly. The wind has carved subtle ridges into the snow, and a broken scarecrow leans at the far right of the field, its tattered cloth unmoving in the still air. Maxfield Parrish softens the upper sky into lavender and ivory bands, where light trembles on the edge of shadow. Andrew Wyeth brings razor-sharp detail to the crows, fencepost, and scarecrow, lending symbolic weight to their silence. Albert Bierstadt stretches the land outward with unhurried dignity, allowing the stillness to bloom into eternity.
Prompt: Spilled Soda Can with Bubble Trails: A hyper-realistic close-up of an aluminum soda can tipped over on a smooth countertop, with fizzy bubbles tracing paths through spilled caramel-colored liquid.
Primary Artist: Jason de Graaf.
Enhancement Artist: Roberto Bernardi.
Emotional Impact: Casual and crystalline.
Additional Elements: The ring pull reflects rainbow light.
Prompt: Bearded Man with Studio Headphones: A close-up of a music producer’s face under soft lighting, with every hair in his beard individually rendered, headphones slightly compressing his temples, eyes distant in focus.
Primary Artist: Chuck Close.
Enhancement Artist: Jean-Michel Basquiat.
Emotional Impact: Thoughtful and immersive.
Additional Elements: Soundwave motif subtly echoes in background grid.
Prompt: Old Boots by the Trading Post Door: Outside the wooden door of a remote desert trading post, a pair of sun-scuffed leather boots sit neatly side by side, dust layered into every fold. The adobe steps beneath them are cracked and burnished by decades of footsteps. Above, a faded woven blanket hangs like a curtain, half-lifted by a gentle breeze. Beside the boots rests a clay bowl with a few cactus fruits, their red skins split with sugar. The door itself is worn smooth around the handle, edges darkened by years of hand and dust. Maxfield Parrish lights the doorway with a serene glow — warm gold against the rose and rust of earth tones. Andrew Wyeth focuses on the wear of the boots, the curl of the blanket fringe, the softened fruit skins — time made visible. Albert Bierstadt expands the space subtly outward: just enough of the distant mesa glimpsed through shadow to suggest a timeless expanse where travelers pause, and stories wait.
Prompt: The Porch After the Storm: A farmhouse porch wraps around the front of a snow-drifted home, its wooden boards slick with meltwater and spotted with fallen pine needles. A rocking chair sits askew, coated in a fine glaze of ice. Nearby, a metal pail catches dripping water from the eaves, forming a rhythm of sound that echoes into the distance. Beyond the porch railing, the yard is blanketed in a windswept pattern of snow, while the barn roof glistens under a break in the cloud cover. To the left, a scarf clings to a fencepost, frozen mid-twist. Maxfield Parrish illuminates the emerging sunlight, giving the wet surfaces and icicles an iridescent glow that edges realism into wonder. Andrew Wyeth draws the rocking chair and porch boards with aching detail — every nail, every fracture a diary of winters past. Albert Bierstadt opens the view toward the fields, gently expanding the domestic into the mythic — a storm passed, yet something eternal lingering in the stillness.
Prompt: Clear Straw in Water Glass on Reflective Steel: A transparent straw submerged in a glass of water sits on a reflective stainless steel surface, distorting its own image in fascinating waves and light-bent angles.
Primary Artist: Jason de Graaf.
Enhancement Artist: Daniel Dou.
Emotional Impact: Technical and soothing.
Additional Elements: A single air bubble clings to the inside of the straw.
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.
