Prompt: A beautiful white marble statue surrounded by big amazed crowd of people
In everything I want to get to the very essence
Perfect beautiful planet model. Cosmos. Central Asia and Europe cooperation
Layered Artwork, in the style of Climt. Art deco. Repin
Acril
Prompt: poetry
I melt over the night cities,
There are many of them, silent under the wing,
Earthly lights, like snowflakes, melt,
Settling over the fire for years.
I fly over night Paris,
Lights, all the same red lights!..
Falling face down into the porthole I see,
That I have known them for a long time.
The seaside alien cities blaze with dung fires,
The night above the world seems to be not bad,
Lights flicker,
The radar rushes about,
Reminding us,
That everything is calm.
The eyes of the nights, tinted with henna.
The grass below is watered with darkness.
Bonfires. Moon. And horses await
A piercing cry: "Atoy!"
I fly by,
As if in a planetarium,
The lights flicker, giving away secrets.
Having wrapped their legs, women read.
My story by the light of lamps.
Not everything is important in life.
Lights. Lights are silent on all the way.
The porthole is damp from fog,
Frequent lights grow, merging.
drawing inspired by Tom Bagshaw, artgerm, peter kemp, lori earley, tom richmond, elegant, ornately detailed, cute, extremely detailed, exquisite,
70-s of 20 century
Modern style
High fantasy art, romantic, inspired by the works of Alan Lee and Arthur Rackham.
Wrapped in a colored fog!
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Prompt: Digital painting of Illustration for fashion magazine. Paisley
Background: A huge number - mountain of of gifts for women.
In the front - center a beautiful, most modern hand bag.
in the style of Art Deco
Automotive history tribute, sleek lines, burning tires smoke, timeless elegance, rugged charm, muscular power, street and racetrack legends, chrome detailing, nostalgia, panoramic view, detailed illustrations, realistic vintage vibes, warm natural lighting, vivid vibrant watercolours, smooth.
Prompt: beautiful young strong confident independent, kind woman from Central Asia traditional, photorealistic, creamy realistic skin, elegant, intricate, detailed facial features, accurate anatomy and large realistic green eyes, red hair, highly textured, feathered headdress, shoulder jewelry, diamonds, pearls, rubins, Insanely Detailed, Intricate, by leonardo da vinci, Karol Bak, cozy, elegant, no writing, no signature, sunny day, mountains on the back, classic, calm, very attractive, classy
Prompt: Ultra-fine detailed pencil drawing, intricate linework,
Spectral world. Single image. Magical realism. Jupiter looms large in the background. Numismatics. Beautiful coins. They are caught in action flying in the air. By a similar process, if they are put in water, she will leave trails of bubbles. And if the coins dive into water, similarly, they will leave trails of bubbles. Salmon watercolor wash. Pen and ink. The river of souls meets these coins.
An old finca in southern Spain. The Finca is surrounded by an Orange grove. Morning time, the sun is rising, the sky is filled with a few fluffy yellow clouds. The composition is made in blueish and greenish pastel tones. Fantasy conceptual art, thick brush strokes and drops of color, high contrast, artistic, soft. Masterpiece Gustav Klimt and Vincent Van Gogh
Vibrant sunset background in acrylic and alcohol ink, bright and vivid color palette, warm oranges, pinks, and purples, realistic yet slightly surreal, high level of detail, focus on hair and facial features, dramatic lighting casting long shadows, ArtStation.
Prompt: Spectral world. Single image. Magical realism. Jupiter looms large in the background. Numismatics. Beautiful coins. They are caught in action flying in the air. By a similar process, if they are put in water, she will leave trails of bubbles. And if the coins dive into water, similarly, they will leave trails of bubbles. Salmon watercolor wash. Pen and ink. The river of souls meets these coins.
Prompt: a pile of metal tin cans in all shades of red, Portugal, Kazakhstan, Almaty, beawitiful, posh appartement, Work in Progress, semi abstract hyper texturized & multi-textured artwork of beautiful woman made exclusively of interlocking squares, producing a 3-D effect, color palette is black & every producible shade of gray & blue only,, textures including cross-hatching, shading, stacking, overlays, , dry brushing, etching stenciling, array of line art styles & layered textured pointillism, voguestyle, op art 8K UHD HDR in atyles of Tom Bagshaa & Amthony Gerace, Harry Clarke , Paul Cadden, , Anna Ostrya, 16K UHD HDR best AI text generated art , subject's eyes are depicted as opened with irises & whies of eyes being visible
Prompt: silver beautiful blue flowers, with red rusty metal tin cans, Portugal, Kazakhstan, Almaty, beawitiful, posh appartement, Work in Progress, semi abstract hyper texturized & multi-textured artwork of beautiful woman made exclusively of interlocking squares, producing a 3-D effect, color palette is black & every producible shade of gray & blue only,, textures including cross-hatching, shading, stacking, overlays, , dry brushing, etching stenciling, array of line art styles & layered textured pointillism, voguestyle, op art 8K UHD HDR in atyles of Tom Bagshaa & Amthony Gerace, Harry Clarke , Paul Cadden, , Anna Ostrya, 16K UHD HDR best AI text generated art , subject's eyes are depicted as opened with irises & whies of eyes being visible
Prompt: Perfect, natural, straight nose, symmetrical nostrils. All facial features, ears are symmetrical and without deformations. Young, beautiful German lady. "Oil painting of a mesmerizing dancer twirls in a sea of swirling blue smoke, her translucent turquoise dress billowing around her in a graceful dance"
Prompt: Light bread
Belarusian folk tale
A mower was mowing the meadow. He got tired and sat down under a bush to rest. He took out the bag, untied it and started chewing the bread.
A hungry wolf comes out of the forest. He sees a mower sitting under a bush and eating something. The wolf came up to him and asked:
- What are you eating, man?
“Bread,” answers the mower.
- Is it delicious?
- And how delicious it is!
- Let me have a taste.
- Well, taste it.
Prompt: A belurus man planting wheat, was mowing the meadow. He got tired and sat down under a bush to rest. He took out the bag, untied it and started chewing the bread.
highly detailed studio lighting beautiful high detail wallpaper award winning fantastic view crisp quality watercolor Vintage Jean-Baptiste Monge Norman Rockwell DeviantArt Daniel Merriam William Haenraets Flo 'n Images realistic clouds, Belarussia Fold, ears folded
Prompt: No tears, no words, no melody
I won't be able to revive my heart,
There is no such remedy, even in theory,
To resurrect me to life.
From now on my stay is only a memory
Have the most wonderful days
Love killed by accident
Among the Kazakh steppes.
My personal <girlish> logic is gone,
The foundation has disappeared somewhere...
I shouldn't say goodbye to you,
But I won't say, "Wait!"
Some phantasmagoria, some complete nonsense.
Where is the wisdom of the entire universe,
How long does grief give rise to sadness?
And where does our happiness hide?
We'll never find
If, being terribly confused, you don’t accidentally come across...
Prompt: No tears, no words, no melody
I won't be able to revive my heart,
There is no such remedy, even in theory,
To resurrect me to life.
From now on my stay is only a memory
Have the most wonderful days
Love killed by accident
Among the Kazakh steppes.
My personal <girlish> logic is gone,
The foundation has disappeared somewhere...
I shouldn't say goodbye to you,
But I won't say, "Wait!"
Some phantasmagoria, some complete nonsense.
Where is the wisdom of the entire universe,
How long does grief give rise to sadness?
And where does our happiness hide?
We'll never find
If, being terribly confused, you don’t accidentally come across...
Prompt: CHILDHOOD, GARDENS, HEAT...
Yes, I was probably eight years old.
Childhood, summer, distant rear.
The house, the rumble and creaking of steam-window carts,
The heat, the gardens immersed in dust.
And a cheerful woman in our yard,
Boarder,
that's what her grandfather called her,
My cheeks started to burn in the morning,
No, I was only eight years old.
I laughed when she smiled
I chatted: there were no words yet,
And when she washed herself by the stream,
I chased the boys out of the bushes.
It's all a long time ago
but now I remember -
Night, adobe, without shutters, house.
I stood leaning against the rough wall,
Under her cheerful window.
He returned from the war -
I understood that
but she hugged him.
He, damn it, lifted her in his arms,
and she kissed him.
I didn't know why my hands were shaking.
It's quiet outside, it's dark.
sob and whisper,
Eh, how can I restrain myself here!
I hit the window with a stone.
Someone ran out:
- You?
I looked into her eyes.
as if in a dream I wanted to scream.
and then, as a disabled neighbor, I said:
- Well, fuck off...
And she pushed him away: - Go away.
This is Grandfather Nazar's grandson...
and pressed it to the open soft chest:
- Oh, my little, stupid friend...
I rushed
Climbed onto the roof and lay down
On my grandfather's threadbare carpet,
How can I grow overnight!..
Become strong!.. I could
repay her shame.
...Childhood, no, is not forgotten.
let time fly.
but it’s hard for me to be with you,
when the boy is next door
will look at us
with unforgiving childish melancholy.
He stands leaning against the whitewashed wall,
Black-eyed, gloomy, angry.
He will give his first jealousy to you,
Your childhood
gardens,
heat...
Prompt: Mid 20 century style, a woman in a vintage striped beautiful dress sits on a sofa, drawing flowers on her lap with a felt-tip pen, Layered Artwork, in the style of Robert Rauschenberg, by William Kentridge
I love you without the hairstyle,
Without blush - before the end of the night,
In the black shine of your hard hair,
With a pale and stern face.
But, having removed my hands and lips,
You're leaving, you're always on the go,
But the heart cannot subside,
Like a midnight meeting, go.
Will again I see how good you are?
From what darkness will you, in despair,
Will you smile, almost without breathing?
In the bustle and harshness of the day,
In the midst of fateful news
I'm not complaining, I'm not jealous,—
You are my bread in this famine of passion.
Prompt: 60-s of 20 century
Modern style,sophisticated woman in a scarf, elegant dress against the background of the sea, Layered Artwork, in the style of Robert Rauschenberg, by William Kentridge
High fantasy art, romantic, inspired by the works of Alan Lee and Arthur Rackham.
I smile but my heart cries
on lonely evenings.
I love you.
This means I wish you well.
This means my joy
no words needed
and there is no need for meetings,
and don't need my sadness,
and there is no need for your anxiety,
and there is no need to be on the road
We met the sunrises with you.
So old age looms in the distance,
and it's time to forget about a lot of things...
I love you.
This means -
I wish you well.
So how can I leave you?
How can I take the memory out of my heart?
how not to warm your cold hands,
those who took on an unbearable burden?
Who will say, my joy,
what do we need,
and what is not necessary,
will advise what to do?
Nobody will tell us about this,
and no one will show the way,
and no one will untie the knot...
Who said it's easy to love?
Prompt: 60-s of 20 century
Modern style,sophisticated woman in a scarf, elegant dress against the background of the sea, Layered Artwork, in the style of Robert Rauschenberg, by William Kentridge
High fantasy art, romantic, inspired by the works of Alan Lee and Arthur Rackham.
I smile but my heart cries
on lonely evenings.
I love you.
This means I wish you well.
This means my joy
no words needed
and there is no need for meetings,
and don't need my sadness,
and there is no need for your anxiety,
and there is no need to be on the road
We met the sunrises with you.
So old age looms in the distance,
and it's time to forget about a lot of things...
I love you.
This means -
I wish you well.
So how can I leave you?
How can I take the memory out of my heart?
how not to warm your cold hands,
those who took on an unbearable burden?
Who will say, my joy,
what do we need,
and what is not necessary,
will advise what to do?
Nobody will tell us about this,
and no one will show the way,
and no one will untie the knot...
Who said it's easy to love?
Prompt: an elegant drawing inspired by Tom Bagshaw, artgerm, peter kemp, lori earley, tom richmond, elegant, ornately detailed, cute, extremely detailed, exquisite,
10-s of 20 century
Modern style
High fantasy art, romantic, inspired by the works of Alan Lee and Arthur Rackham.
Do you remember? In our sleepy bay
The green water subsided.
When the wake column
Military ships entered.
Four are gray. And questions
We were worried for an hour,
And tanned sailors
They walked importantly past us.
The world has become more tempting and wider,
And suddenly the ships sailed away.
We could see: all four
Buried into the ocean and into the night.
And again the sea became ordinary,
The lighthouse blinked sadly,
When on low semaphore
The last signal was given...
How little is needed in this life
For us, the children, for you and me.
After all, the heart is happy to rejoice
And the smallest novelty.
Accidentally on a pocket knife
Find a speck of dust from distant countries -
And the world will appear strange again,
Wrapped in a colored fog!
Prompt: an elegant military ships in the sea
drawing inspired by Tom Bagshaw, artgerm, peter kemp, lori earley, tom richmond, elegant, ornately detailed, cute, extremely detailed, exquisite,
10-s of 20 century
Modern style
High fantasy art, romantic, inspired by the works of Alan Lee and Arthur Rackham.
Do you remember? In our sleepy bay
The green water subsided.
When the wake column
Military ships entered.
Four are gray. And questions
We were worried for an hour,
And tanned sailors
They walked importantly past us.
The world has become more tempting and wider,
And suddenly the ships sailed away.
We could see: all four
Buried into the ocean and into the night.
And again the sea became ordinary,
The lighthouse blinked sadly,
When on low semaphore
The last signal was given...
How little is needed in this life
For us, the children, for you and me.
After all, the heart is happy to rejoice
And the smallest novelty.
Accidentally on a pocket knife
Find a speck of dust from distant countries -
And the world will appear strange again,
Wrapped in a colored fog!
Prompt: Illustration for humor folk fairy tale in the style of icons.
Russia. 17th century. Corrupt judge - He loves, it’s no secret, that petitioners put silver eyes on him.. Pour peasants around.
Layered Artwork, in the style of Surikov, Repin, Bryullov, Perov.
Prompt: A cozy modern stylish room. On the round table there is a burning candle and a deck of tarot cards. On the deck, in the foreground - the closest of all the cards is one card, the Ace of Pentacles.
In the style of Klimt
Acril
Prompt: I melt over night cities...
Olzhas Suleimenov
I fly by,
As if in a planetarium,
The lights flicker, giving away secrets.
Having wrapped their legs, the women read.
My story by the light of the lamps.
Not everything is important in life.
The lights. The lights are silent on all the roads.
The porthole is damp from the fog,
The frequent lights grow, merging.
Prompt: energy shower. meditation
In everything I want to get to the very essence
Perfect beautiful planet model. Cosmos. Central Asia and Europe cooperation
Layered Artwork, in the style of Climt. Art deco. Repin
Acril
Prompt: a beautiful mermaid sits with her back turned and looks at the calm beautiful sea
Perfect beautiful
In everything I want to get to the very essence
Layered Artwork, in the style of Climt. Art Deco
Klimt, Aivazovskiy, Repin
Acril
Prompt: two old friends meet after a long time and are chatting cheerfully. this is a tavern 18th century old Europe Czech Republic
pencil
an elegant military ships in the sea
drawing inspired by Tom Bagshaw, artgerm, peter kemp, lori earley, tom richmond, elegant, ornately detailed, cute, extremely detailed, exquisite,
10-s of 20 century
Modern style
High fantasy art, romantic, inspired by the works of Alan Lee and Arthur Rackham.
Do you remember? In our sleepy bay
The green water subsided.
When the wake column
Military ships entered.
Four are gray. And questions
We were worried for an hour,
And tanned sailors
They walked importantly past us.
The world has become more tempting and wider,
And suddenly the ships sailed away.
We could see: all four
Buried into the ocean and into the night.
And again the sea became ordinary,
The lighthouse blinked sadly,
When on low semaphore
The last signal was given...
How little is needed in this life
For us, the children, for you and me.
After all, the heart is happy to rejoice
And the smallest novelty.
Accidentally on a pocket knife
Find a speck of dust from distant countries -
And the world will appear strange again,
Wrapped in a colored fog!
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takes more iterations than the one before.
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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