Prompt: The Sun God Helios, Sol Invictus, golden light, hair and beard made of fire, surrounded by red flames, very pale skin, piercing eyes, beautiful, handsome, alluring, powerful, fire sparks, fireflies.
Prompt: quite young, about 25 years old woman, physically attractive, trying to compensate for spiritual loneliness and fear of the future by chaotically entering into relationships with random partners, very shy, explicit sexual overtones, oil on canvas, seductive, attractive, elegant, charming | Yury Kataev, Valentin Serov, Ilya Repin, Konstantin Korovin, Đorđe Krstić
Prompt: In a mythical garden setting, the God of the Dead and the Goddess of Spring embrace under a blooming tree, ethereal beauty, intricate floral details, contrasting personalities, dark and light elements, romantic atmosphere, celestial beings, dynamic poses, flowing robes, symbolic jewelry, supernatural aura, divine love story, digital painting, vibrant colors, soft pastel tones, magical lighting, by John William Waterhouse and Luis Royo, Artstation.
Prompt: A young woman seen from the back is holding a violin and standing in front of a bridge into the sky made from giant piano keys. There is musical notation floating in the air, quarter notes, treble clef
Prompt: Face in the machine, the void of a brain. Witch android and a nubian sorceress. Circuits, cracked city skyline, cosmic, a simulacrum of Igor Morski work. Eyes. Sci fi surrealism. Dave McKean mixed media
Prompt: They want to tell you what to think
They want to tell you what to feel
They want to tell you what is right and what is wrong
They want to tell you what is real
What ever happened to us? What ever happened to love?
We were the real thing, We were the real thing
America's a fucking disease, Get on your back or down on your knees
Don't question what you want to believe, Don't question what you want to believe
Are you afraid of the truth?
Are you afraid what you'd find?
Are you happy in denial?
Are you happy being blind?
Love turned to vanity, Truth turned hypocrisy
We were the real thing, Now we are nothing
America's a fucking disease, Get on your back or down on your knees
Don't question what you want to believe, Don't question what you want to believe
Prompt: Two 16 year old girls are sprawled in comfortable chairs somewhere outside. One girl has auburn hair; the other has hair the color of ripe wheat with lighter hi lights.
Prompt: With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming
Prompt: I am not your Dracula spectacular
This is not your weekend in Vegas
This is not your selfie obscura
I am not your tour guide of Paris
No vampires remain in Romania
No vampires remain in Romania
Don't walk alone in Transylvania
No vampires remain in Romania
This is not West Hollywood on Thursday
I am not your objet d'art
I am not your sepia heyday
This is not the moment we part
No vampires remain in Romania
No vampires remain in Romania
Don't donate blood in Transylvania
No vampires remain in Romania
I am not your pop starlet saviour
This is not your reference du jour
This is not your sanctioned behaviour
I am not the disease or the cure
No vampires remain in Romania
No vampires remain in Romania
Don't sing this song in Transylvania
No vampires remain in Romania
Prompt: Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo arise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars
Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars
Who has placed the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far now,
Who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars
Who has placed the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far now,
Who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
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Lord Caramac the Clueless
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Member since 2021
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Artist statement
Decades ago, anti-anti-artists declared anti-art dead. The first wave of anti-art was Dada, born out of the horrors of the World War (no need for a number back then). The second wave was Fluxus, born out of post-War (the 2nd one) counterculture. The third one was Punk. After that, nobody believed in anti-art anymore, anti-anti-art seemed to have won.
And I don't care at all.
Part of what I tell the machine to produce for me is cute but meaningless kitsch, part of it is silly nonsense, part of it is a raised middle finger to the world. Many prompts are not mine, even those I use a lot. "My own" prompts (as if anybody could seriously own a prompt, ha!) are often quite silly, sometimes poetic, sometimes angry, many don't use modifiers.
The electronic mass production of images fills the Internet with a lot of useless junk. I'll do my best to make a lot of that junk pretty and/or silly and/or disturbing.
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.