Prompt: An abstract thick and textured oil painting with vibrant brush strokes for a dynamic feel. A stunning Lady stands in a foggy graveyard leaning against a statue. She has wavy red hair and wears a black dress with silver embellishments and a hat. The background is soft and muted allowing the viewer to focus on the subject of the portrait.
Prompt: An abstract thick and textured oil painting with vibrant brush strokes for a dynamic feel. A stunning Lady stands in a foggy graveyard leaning against a statue. She has wavy red hair and wears a black dress with silver embellishments and a hat. The background is soft and muted allowing the viewer to focus on the subject of the portrait.
Prompt: An abstract thick and textured oil painting with vibrant brush strokes for a dynamic feel. A stunning Lady stands in a foggy graveyard leaning against a statue. She has wavy red hair and wears a black dress with silver embellishments and a hat. The background is soft and muted allowing the viewer to focus on the subject of the portrait.
Prompt: An abstract thick and textured oil painting with vibrant brush strokes for a dynamic feel. A stunning Lady stands in a foggy graveyard leaning against a statue. She has wavy red hair and wears a black dress with silver embellishments and a hat. The background is soft and muted allowing the viewer to focus on the subject of the portrait.
Prompt: An abstract thick and textured oil painting with vibrant brush strokes for a dynamic feel. A stunning Lady stands in a foggy graveyard leaning against a statue. She has wavy red hair and wears a black dress with silver embellishments and a hat. The background is soft and muted allowing the viewer to focus on the subject of the portrait.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Prompt: Une illustration vintage d'une femme élégante dans un style Art Nouveau. Elle a des cheveux sombres, bouclés et volumineux, avec une expression séduisante et un maquillage accentué, notamment des lèvres rouges éclatantes et des yeux soulignés. Elle porte une lingerie délicate en dentelle, avec un collier orné de perles ou de pierres précieuses. Le fond est décoré de motifs floraux et ornementaux dans des tons chauds, rappelant des affiches classiques des années 1920. Encadré par un design complexe rouge et beige qui ajoute une touche artistique et sophistiquée. Éclairage doux et tons vintage pour accentuer une ambiance nostalgique et glamour.
Prompt: Une illustration vintage d'une femme élégante dans un style Art Nouveau. Elle a des cheveux sombres, bouclés et volumineux, avec une expression séduisante et un maquillage accentué, notamment des lèvres rouges éclatantes et des yeux soulignés. Elle porte une lingerie délicate en dentelle, avec un collier orné de perles ou de pierres précieuses. Le fond est décoré de motifs floraux et ornementaux dans des tons chauds, rappelant des affiches classiques des années 1920. Encadré par un design complexe rouge et beige qui ajoute une touche artistique et sophistiquée. Éclairage doux et tons vintage pour accentuer une ambiance nostalgique et glamour.
Prompt: The Old House by the Lake
The red house stands solitary by the calm lake, as mist rolls in from the forest.
An old wooden boat sways at the dock, its rope barely holding.
The bare branches of the trees stretch like shadows toward the sky, while silence lingers heavy.
Here, time seems to stand still, as if the world has forgotten this place.
Prompt: David Bowie's Last Letter
I will die… I know there are only a few months left until the end of my earthly journey…
What should I do? Despair, sink into depression, reject the idea of death, and pretend the illness doesn’t exist?
Or should I decide to defeat death… I decide it with my soul because only the soul and the heart give me the inspiration to compose music, as I’ve done for 50 years…
I count the hours I have left, and as the doctors tell me, I can predict, within a certain margin, the date of my death. The release of my last work is scheduled for January 8, 2016, my 69th birthday.
I work day and night; I have the time to compose, perfect, perform, record in the studio, and make videos… I do it as quickly as possible because I don’t want my face to show the mark of death, which mockingly is cutting down my body without me being able to defend myself…
But I challenge you, death… To hell with it if I don’t challenge you!
I challenged and conquered the world of fans in the '70s with the pride of ambiguity… I loved men and women; I was a man, a woman, an alien, and finally, a celestial body.
What can you do, death, against my eternity, my genius, my madness, my creativity, my music that will live forever?
I am Lazarus, torn from the scars. I will die in the body, but I will live forever through my music.
I lived long enough to receive birthday wishes. I thought I wouldn’t make it to see my album released… I survived January 8… And you, my dear killer, lost!
Just think, if you hadn’t knocked on my door, I would have created 24 works; I would have managed to live to 100, and instead, thanks to you, I have 25!
You know… I will be free as a bird.
Prompt: David Bowie's Last Letter
I will die… I know there are only a few months left until the end of my earthly journey…
What should I do? Despair, sink into depression, reject the idea of death, and pretend the illness doesn’t exist?
Or should I decide to defeat death… I decide it with my soul because only the soul and the heart give me the inspiration to compose music, as I’ve done for 50 years…
I count the hours I have left, and as the doctors tell me, I can predict, within a certain margin, the date of my death. The release of my last work is scheduled for January 8, 2016, my 69th birthday.
I work day and night; I have the time to compose, perfect, perform, record in the studio, and make videos… I do it as quickly as possible because I don’t want my face to show the mark of death, which mockingly is cutting down my body without me being able to defend myself…
But I challenge you, death… To hell with it if I don’t challenge you!
I challenged and conquered the world of fans in the '70s with the pride of ambiguity… I loved men and women; I was a man, a woman, an alien, and finally, a celestial body.
What can you do, death, against my eternity, my genius, my madness, my creativity, my music that will live forever?
I am Lazarus, torn from the scars. I will die in the body, but I will live forever through my music.
I lived long enough to receive birthday wishes. I thought I wouldn’t make it to see my album released… I survived January 8… And you, my dear killer, lost!
Just think, if you hadn’t knocked on my door, I would have created 24 works; I would have managed to live to 100, and instead, thanks to you, I have 25!
You know… I will be free as a bird.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Defying Death Through Lasting Creativity david bowie
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DaVinci2
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Prompt: David Bowie's Last Letter
I will die… I know there are only a few months left until the end of my earthly journey…
What should I do? Despair, sink into depression, reject the idea of death, and pretend the illness doesn’t exist?
Or should I decide to defeat death… I decide it with my soul because only the soul and the heart give me the inspiration to compose music, as I’ve done for 50 years…
I count the hours I have left, and as the doctors tell me, I can predict, within a certain margin, the date of my death. The release of my last work is scheduled for January 8, 2016, my 69th birthday.
I work day and night; I have the time to compose, perfect, perform, record in the studio, and make videos… I do it as quickly as possible because I don’t want my face to show the mark of death, which mockingly is cutting down my body without me being able to defend myself…
But I challenge you, death… To hell with it if I don’t challenge you!
I challenged and conquered the world of fans in the '70s with the pride of ambiguity… I loved men and women; I was a man, a woman, an alien, and finally, a celestial body.
What can you do, death, against my eternity, my genius, my madness, my creativity, my music that will live forever?
I am Lazarus, torn from the scars. I will die in the body, but I will live forever through my music.
I lived long enough to receive birthday wishes. I thought I wouldn’t make it to see my album released… I survived January 8… And you, my dear killer, lost!
Just think, if you hadn’t knocked on my door, I would have created 24 works; I would have managed to live to 100, and instead, thanks to you, I have 25!
You know… I will be free as a bird.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Prompt: Three ethereal fairy-like fatal females sit together in a dimly lit Newyork Café in Budapest, sipping drinks and sharing the New Yars atmosphere and festive spirit, surrounded by a Christmas atmospheric setting, cyberpunk style, beautiful blonde, very drunk, cyberpunk, Christmas atmospheric, winter festival, scifi, sci-fi, 12k painting by Viktor Vasnetsov. (masterpiece), best quality, artgem, one third rule, trending on Artstation.
Prompt: The lock upon my garden gate'is a mountain
The lock upon my gate
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
The caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain
Oh Juanita, oh Juanita, oh Juanita, I call your name
Oh, the snow will be a blinding sight to see as it lies on yonder hillside
The lock upon my garden gate's
The lock upon my garden gate caterpillar butterfly
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain
Prompt: The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is
The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
The caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain
Oh Juanita, oh Juanita, oh Juanita, I call your name
Oh, the snow will be a blinding sight to see as it lies on yonder hillside
The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is
The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain
Prompt: I sure feel like this sometimes
Just a simple prompt:
Woman sitting inside a clear bottle looking very depressed and confused with chaos all around her. She's wearing casual clothes
Prompt: My makeup is dry and it cracks round my chin I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin The lion-tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
So let's all drink to the death of a clown Won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor Nobody needs fortunes told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let's all drink to the death of a clown So won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Whimsical Royal Clown with Vibrant Flair dave davies
Model:
DaVinci2
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Prompt: My makeup is dry and it cracks round my chin I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin The lion-tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
So let's all drink to the death of a clown Won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor Nobody needs fortunes told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let's all drink to the death of a clown So won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Prompt: My makeup is dry and it cracks round my chin I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin The lion-tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
So let's all drink to the death of a clown Won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor Nobody needs fortunes told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let's all drink to the death of a clown So won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Toast to the End of a Jester's Tale - death of a clown
Model:
Photonic
Size:
1152 X 864
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Prompt: My makeup is dry and it cracks round my chin I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin The lion-tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
So let's all drink to the death of a clown Won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor Nobody needs fortunes told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let's all drink to the death of a clown So won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Prompt: Create an image depicting 'Shringar Ras' in a royal palace courtyard. A queen, adorned with elaborate jewelry and a flowing silk lehenga, is being attended to by maids braiding her hair. In the background, her magical castle surrounded by blooming jasmine. The scene is enhanced by golden lanterns, fountains, and the soft music of a veena in the air, symbolizing romance and elegance
Prompt: Well I worked for a week and I got no pay
(Things getting better.)
Well my baby's coming back home to stay
(Things getting better.)
Well she's coming back home, but I haven't got a dime
(Things getting better.)
But I've got my love to keep me fine [?]
(Things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better
Things getting better
Well since my baby's been away
(Things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day
(Things getting better.)
Well now my baby's come back to me
(Things getting better.)
Yeah, it'll get better, wait and see
(Things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better
Things getting better
Oh-oh
Things getting better
Things getting better
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car
(Things getting better.)
The money I've got wouldn't get me far
(Things getting better.)
But I don't mind now that you've packed
(Things getting better.)
It's a fact, that
Things getting better
Things getting better
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.